<?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-1321636707142598722</id><updated>2011-11-30T23:03:33.926-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Oregon'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Lily'/><category term='Kiddos'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Alzate's</title><subtitle type='html'>The story of two....and a little dog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-1189963270817729581</id><published>2011-06-17T00:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T01:15:50.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Presley Ann</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is my beautiful little niece Presley that was born on the 8th of June. These photos were taken by my friend Randy Major. You can follow him on facebook at Randy Major Photography or his website which is &lt;a href="http://www.randymajor.me/"&gt;www.randymajor.me&lt;/a&gt; He is currently on a 19 month trip and needs followers and support. But..... back to my niece..... isn't she just a doll? 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N3VeiHiHo-Y/Tfr609pJv6I/AAAAAAAAARw/_FFHGQlGD6E/s320/RKM_5773.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619079272905424802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D86opuWL3rs/Tfr60hDPSMI/AAAAAAAAARo/CepCbYGKW6s/s1600/RKM_5757.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D86opuWL3rs/Tfr60hDPSMI/AAAAAAAAARo/CepCbYGKW6s/s320/RKM_5757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619079265230211266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-1189963270817729581?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/1189963270817729581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2011/06/presley-ann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/1189963270817729581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/1189963270817729581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2011/06/presley-ann.html' title='Presley Ann'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQPEzmGIbLo/Tfr-05jAsNI/AAAAAAAAASw/aNYyWcHkV4Q/s72-c/RKM_5815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-800001344802019703</id><published>2011-04-10T10:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:22:17.077-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>All about Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I realized I have not put any pictures up on my blog of "the baby." I got Lily right around the 4th of July... she was my early birthday present to myself. :) It's hard to believe that I have had her for almost a year now. I am even going to give her a little treat for her birthday next month... yes, I am crazy. I guess I just need a real child to spoil..... (hint to my husband.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBfgGYNPjRw/TaHhkdVy1hI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2ao5AP6arQw/s320/100_6560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594000228638447122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the little monster right around when we got her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5Hf4GqGcMk/TaHiaigORPI/AAAAAAAAARY/D0zJ9Vh0tSY/s1600/100_6870.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5Hf4GqGcMk/TaHiaigORPI/AAAAAAAAARY/D0zJ9Vh0tSY/s1600/100_6870.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5Hf4GqGcMk/TaHiaigORPI/AAAAAAAAARY/D0zJ9Vh0tSY/s320/100_6870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594001157737301234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She LOVES the sun. If I open the curtains she always lays here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUKGR-TGcuQ/TaHiaHL8afI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hrRzLMF7zEk/s1600/100_6918.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUKGR-TGcuQ/TaHiaHL8afI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hrRzLMF7zEk/s320/100_6918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594001150404487666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course I have to have a picture with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m34aDHH5kbE/TaHiZ-KB83I/AAAAAAAAARI/pQJ7QrAepKc/s1600/100_6983.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m34aDHH5kbE/TaHiZ-KB83I/AAAAAAAAARI/pQJ7QrAepKc/s320/100_6983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594001147980542834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She is always between the blinds and the window.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ogug8rtOE24/TaHiZosLEfI/AAAAAAAAARA/uBh-Hx7BFXk/s1600/100_6897.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ogug8rtOE24/TaHiZosLEfI/AAAAAAAAARA/uBh-Hx7BFXk/s320/100_6897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594001142218166770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of my FAVORITE  Lily pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBfgGYNPjRw/TaHhkdVy1hI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2ao5AP6arQw/s1600/100_6560.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BS74rIqfTX0/TaHhjyozrRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hjDSZF1xzcQ/s1600/100_6963.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BS74rIqfTX0/TaHhjyozrRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hjDSZF1xzcQ/s320/100_6963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594000217175469330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is her newest friend Octo. (I think it has the cutest face...lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X1QhrQ1cyjk/TaHhjgW4T9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DTFuClB1iZw/s1600/100_6663.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X1QhrQ1cyjk/TaHhjgW4T9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DTFuClB1iZw/s320/100_6663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594000212268437458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did I mention she decided to help decorate for Christmas???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsNfVIaJchY/TaHhjbRu9sI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fdhKInyoeRU/s1600/100_6662.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsNfVIaJchY/TaHhjbRu9sI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fdhKInyoeRU/s320/100_6662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594000210904676034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Notice the tinsel hanging from her mouth.....(sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJJ6704IBUE/TaHhjGt7nHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/9A_pESLNGAE/s1600/100_6867.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJJ6704IBUE/TaHhjGt7nHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/9A_pESLNGAE/s320/100_6867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594000205385800818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I get the camera she always comes right to it when she hears it turn on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life would definitely be different without a little Lily dog that is for sure. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Till next time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-800001344802019703?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/800001344802019703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-about-lily.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/800001344802019703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/800001344802019703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-about-lily.html' title='All about Lily'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBfgGYNPjRw/TaHhkdVy1hI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2ao5AP6arQw/s72-c/100_6560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-3537781763846302544</id><published>2011-04-09T01:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T01:31:57.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Has Come And Gone.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANNOT believe that I have been married for a year now. Time has gone by so fast.  We were able to go out this year and enjoy one of our favorite meals..... Mongolian Stir Fry. I am excited for this next year and to see all the things we will experience and go through! I love him so very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My top five things I love most about my husband:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He is very dedicated. If there is something he is going to do he doesn't do it half way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He is positive. Even when it gets hard he looks for the best in the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He loves his family. You can always tell when he is on the phone with them by the smile on his face and his laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He is a great cook. He can cook dinner any day and I will be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. His heart. I love who he is and the person he wants to be. I love that sensitive side of him too that he doesn't show too much. He really is a good person and wants the best for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am soooooo glad that I made the decision to be his wife. I couldn't imagine my life with anyone else. He has my heart forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xNzkNF8GaM/TaAH7zS5TWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Au_EHyjcek0/s1600/100_6940.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xNzkNF8GaM/TaAH7zS5TWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Au_EHyjcek0/s320/100_6940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593479461157293410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVWhy973XtU/TaAH7sK2utI/AAAAAAAAAP0/szdz71sfJnU/s1600/100_6944.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVWhy973XtU/TaAH7sK2utI/AAAAAAAAAP0/szdz71sfJnU/s320/100_6944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593479459244522194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzO9x65lofI/TaAH7Vnw8zI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xFRMsr7NnTo/s1600/100_6946.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzO9x65lofI/TaAH7Vnw8zI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xFRMsr7NnTo/s320/100_6946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593479453191762738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BlzEg507Yk/TaAH7DE8sPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RywiMjXY3l4/s1600/100_6939.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BlzEg507Yk/TaAH7DE8sPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RywiMjXY3l4/s320/100_6939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593479448213893362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;*Love*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-3537781763846302544?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/3537781763846302544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2011/04/year-has-come-and-gone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/3537781763846302544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/3537781763846302544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2011/04/year-has-come-and-gone.html' title='A Year Has Come And Gone.....'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xNzkNF8GaM/TaAH7zS5TWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Au_EHyjcek0/s72-c/100_6940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-6978728353953217338</id><published>2010-11-27T10:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:51:41.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update.....</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that it has already been seven months since I returned to Houston? I sure cannot.... I have also been  married for over eight months now as well. Time is just flying....&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I have not had an update in so long. I have not had internet at home and so I am really silly about only wanting to blog if I have pictures to include....well I am going to do the opposite until I can post pictures at a later time. Besides everything is pretty much on facebook and so you are definitely able to see what has been going on there.&lt;br /&gt;So where to begin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been really good. I am trying hard to do my best and stay on top of everything. I have been working at 630 am.... all who know me know that is not an easy task. I am a night person so this has not been an easy transition. I became the employee of the month for October at my job as well and so I am happy about that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LILY....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little Lily dog. She is so super silly. We got her the beginning of July when she was 6 weeks old. Cute little thing....  Well after many nights with her crying throughout the night and her biting my ankles she is finally calming down. Three words that describe her... affectionate, happy and playful! All she does is play and if she wants your attention she nips your ankle and then runs around you in circles, or dashes each way across the room. Her ears are standing up now and we just laugh.... they used to be low. The poor thing looks kind of silly. She definitely didn't take after her parents in the ear department!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARRIED LIFE....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband.  What can I say? :)  Married life isn't what I expected it to be like at all. It is good though. We definitely have our challenges but don't we all? I just need to stop being so cranky. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUN TIMES....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have celebrated lots of things... Our birthdays, my sister Catherine and his sister Ruby had birthdays, our nephew Cheo's, and then little dinner dates here and there. We really don't do much but stay home though. I am looking forward (when we have a little more money) to being able to go out and do more things and see more of Houston.&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to be posting some pictures in the near future. I hope all is well and had an amazing Thanksgiving holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-6978728353953217338?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/6978728353953217338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/6978728353953217338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/6978728353953217338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-update.html' title='A little update.....'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-6372995138489106216</id><published>2010-04-21T00:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T01:04:36.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do and so little time!</title><content type='html'>So the last little bit feels kind of like a blur. I have been working lots of extra hours at work as I prepare to move and I have had so many different emotions going on in my life. Most of you know that I have been on weight watchers since the end of October. I "had" lost 20 lbs but all the stress this last month has really made me an emotional eater again.... so lets just say 7 lbs came back happily. :(&lt;div&gt;A lot of it has had to do with my relationships with friends. I have had quite a few people turn their backs on me since I made the decision I did. What matters is that I am absolutely happy about it. I don't need to answer to anyone else. There has also been WAY TOO MUCH talk about me and my marriage and the only word that come to mind are hurt and betrayed. Too many judgements and speculations thrown out and no one understands and knows everything on how I feel and such. I just wish I had more support. I am lucky to have three good friends that I have spent a lot of time with lately who are happy for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny story about that is that one of them is someone I have known since I was living in Oregon back in the early 2000's. One of my friends dated this guy and we ended up having a mutual friend here and a big group went to dinner and we are back in contact again. It's funny because he owns the 7-11 by my apt and so I always go over there and help out. I stock the shelves and the cooler and ring customers up. But I get slurpees, donuts and taquitos (this is the emotional eater talking) and so it is worth it.... haha  Oh yeah. I can't forget all the packs of gum. And I get to be the first to try all the new flavors. Let me recommend a new fave. Its the stride flavor changing from citrus to mint.... mmmmm!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. If I am not at work I am at the 7-11. I am getting ready to move too. I had a phone interview yesterday that went very well. Now all I need to do is get down there. So... I am leaving Sunday morning. Hopefully (cross your fingers) we can get a cheap ticket to fly Giovanny out here Saturday. I am having a little shindig that night and then leaving soon after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have loved Utah... even few snow days. I have had lots of good memories and fun times with people. It's all about to come to a quick close. I am excited for the new chapter that lies ahead. We will see what the future holds for me in Texas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great one and I will update again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-6372995138489106216?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/6372995138489106216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-to-do-and-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/6372995138489106216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/6372995138489106216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-to-do-and-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do and so little time!'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-4031197162003104479</id><published>2010-04-04T02:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T03:15:19.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSTON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S7hT42D6UuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/chwkiAlozhM/s1600/100_6115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S7hT42D6UuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/chwkiAlozhM/s320/100_6115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456203184609055458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how I love the great state of Texas. It was a quick little trip last weekend. I flew into the airport at about 9 pm on Wednesday the 24th and left Monday evening. I was lucky to see a few of the people that I love from Texas that I met while I was there. I saw Jonathan right after I got there.... grabbed a bite to eat. And I saw Diana when I left. But best of all I got to be with my husband!!!! &lt;div&gt;It was really nice to because I got to meet some new people and they were amazing. I also had brisket, BlueBell Icecream, and HEB tortillas.... life was good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really excited to head back down there. Hopefully it will be soon. I am just waiting for someone to take over my lease and to have a job down there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been really hard being so far away but I know it is only for just a little bit longer. Pray for me that everything will work out soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S7hT4ezuG7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/cqKAllfc6ZQ/s1600/100_6112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S7hT4ezuG7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/cqKAllfc6ZQ/s320/100_6112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456203178367130546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S7hT32DBOSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kwX1MQqyiQQ/s1600/100_6117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S7hT32DBOSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kwX1MQqyiQQ/s320/100_6117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456203167425444130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S7hT3e7l2DI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1M8E_C44PSY/s1600/100_6121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S7hT3e7l2DI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1M8E_C44PSY/s320/100_6121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456203161220274226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the cutest little girl! She is my new little buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S7hT2vhsdyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/DjLP9EgkIFw/s1600/100_6128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S7hT2vhsdyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/DjLP9EgkIFw/s320/100_6128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456203148495189794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took like 8 pictures.... only one of us looked ok in each of them.... I sort of went with one where I did.... am I bad??? lol&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/1321636707142598722-4031197162003104479?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/4031197162003104479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2010/04/houston.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/4031197162003104479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/4031197162003104479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2010/04/houston.html' title='HOUSTON!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S7hT42D6UuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/chwkiAlozhM/s72-c/100_6115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-1251666139331274691</id><published>2010-03-20T21:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:20:55.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Story (My Version...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here it goes. I know right now a lot of people are wondering what the heck I just did and it has caused a lot of controversy but here is the thing.... some people "think" they know what I am thinking and doing but really.... they don't. Regardless, I would think people would have better things to do than talk about my personal life and share their opinions on how I am wrong amongst each other.  Here is the facts... I am truly happy and I made this choice and decision after MUCH prayer... and I KNOW without a doubt this is the right choice and who I was to marry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WSvyY6BvI/AAAAAAAAANI/C5oIOA11Tlk/s1600-h/001_1_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WSvyY6BvI/AAAAAAAAANI/C5oIOA11Tlk/s320/001_1_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450924273679599346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In September 2005 I entered the MTC as I began my 18 month service as a missionary for the Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter-Day Saints. I knew the Lord called me to the Texas Houston Mission  for a reason and that I was to labor amongst His children in this area. I began my mission in West Houston in the Memorial Ward which was part of the Katy Stake. I served there for 4 1/2 months and after I left the area I knew I was going to be back in the Katy Stake and that there would be someone I would meet. I thought it was just someone I needed to teach... not someone I would one day marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WSvKSXtpI/AAAAAAAAANA/zdIHbjW91Cg/s1600-h/DSC09898.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WSucmx8xI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VGSFH3C8f-c/s320/FH000041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450924250652341010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As I went through my mission I still always felt that I would go back to Katy and as I was in my second to last area... I thought I would finish there and had to idea why I felt I was to go to Katy. But... after only 6 weeks (1 transfer) I was transferred over to Katy where I finished my mission with Sister Thacker. In this area I met the Alzate family. I will never forget the first day I met my husband. His brother Fernando kept joking around about how he had this brother (wink wink) as if he wasn't even standing there. I kept looking at Sister Thacker as if "this really isn't happening!" Off and on other little comments would be made over the next three months but I would "try" to push them aside. Besides, I was going to be a good missionary and finish off strong. I was always attracted to him, but I never thought anything more of it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WSvKSXtpI/AAAAAAAAANA/zdIHbjW91Cg/s1600-h/DSC09898.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WSvKSXtpI/AAAAAAAAANA/zdIHbjW91Cg/s1600-h/DSC09898.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WSvKSXtpI/AAAAAAAAANA/zdIHbjW91Cg/s320/DSC09898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450924262914766482" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In fact, I didn't even talk to him until I came back to visit 4 1/2 months later. We went out and I realized that I really had strong feelings for him and that I was interested. We talked a lot and I found out that he had always liked me. I thought that was insane. After a few months of talking on the phone I decided to stop talking to him. It was one of the hardest things I have done.  It really did break my heart to do so but I thought that I was doing what was right because we have different faiths and I felt that was going to be a huge problem and I had so much pressure from around me to stop talking to him. Still.... my feelings I had for him never stopped.  I felt a void. I was comparing everyone to him and he never left my mind. I know this is probably a little too much to share, but I remember kissing someone that I was dating and thinking that I was betraying Giovanny. That he was the one I was supposed to be kissing. It was quite a strange feeling/reaction. During the time I was dating that guy I called Giovanny, as I did every now and then to try and keep contact with him. And I even lied to him!!! Eek! He asked as he always did if I was dating anyone and I sort of denied it and said no. All I could think of was that he was who I wanted to be with, nobody else. But it was really hard for me because I really didn't think he felt that way (come to find out it was the same feeling on his end). I remember texting and trying to call him and never getting responses back during a two year period. I really didn't have that much hope. But still I always tried to find reasons to talk to him and thanks to my little sister going home this last Christmas, I once again had a new reason to.  So, on December 15th while I was at work I sent him a quick text asking him what his schedule was like the next day since Catherine needed a ride to the airport. (Thank goodness she is stationed near Houston!) He was more than happy to help out and it also gave me an excuse to talk to him over the phone. Of course it was the typical conversation and again the "are you seeing anyone" question came up. At that point I got out of my comfort zone and hinted that there was someone I was interested in but didn't know how he felt. We talked a little about it and I was just too scared to say that it was him. And basically I just told him how I felt about him, but he thought it was someone entirely different. After we got off the phone, I thought to myself that I should just tell him. That I just needed to get it over with and be brave. So I sent him a text and told him that it was him. Those next 20 minutes felt like 2 hours. I panicked! I thought oh great... he definitely doesn't feel the same! And I was just sitting there thinking "say something!!!!" Then came the response. "Ok! I only said that you are a sweet girl. And I like to talk to you." I wasn't sure how to take it at first. But after that we texted a little and then talked and talked that night. Sent some pictures. And then talked and texted some more.  And that is what we have done since.  You see. We have always talked off and on but have had such a strong connection. It is what I would look forward to each day. And those days that I was not able to talk to him I felt so empty. Because I could not interact with him in person it was all I had and all I looked forward to. Those days when there was no phone time I would kind of shut down. At Christmas he was having a really hard time and I didn't talk to him for a few days. It was amazing the effect it took on me. Heck with my diet... I ate half a pan of peanut butter cups I felt so depressed. I am always told not to focus my happiness on him but I just can't help it. He has been my world. I don't think I ever got my heart back when I left Houston. When we talked again after the whole Christmas episode it began to be hard for him. We were so opposite on this matter. This was the only thing I felt I had.... being able to talk to him. The only piece of him I could have. But for him he wanted to be able to see me so bad that the amount of talking I wanted to do made it more and more difficult for him. I will never forget January. That was when he stopped texting back and didn't answer or call me. I felt like my heart was ripped out. We had already been talking about a future with each other. I was so confused and lost. I tried all I could to move on. I tried to meet guys and put Giovanny completely out of my mind. Then 29 days later.... he called. I was in my bathroom putting my makeup on. My phone started ringing and I stared at it in disbelief. I yelled at my roommate and asked her what I was to do. I was SOOO mad at him. I answered. And then he was talking to me like nothing was wrong, and like everything was fine. I wanted to be so mean and I tried....(obviously it didn't work or else I wouldn't be writing this).  We talked, I cried (no surprise...) and talked some more. I just couldn't believe what was happening. Slowly we started talking again and honestly I think that month was the best thing that could have happened because it made it more clear that what we have is real. The thing is, is that nobody truly understands what we have.... our conversations, feelings, etc. There is so much that nobody gets. Some people have a little taste of it all but the whole picture is a blur still. I always thought and felt he was everything I wanted and was looking for except for the whole religion thing, but still.... that has not been a problem for me anymore. Yes, I wish that was different because I know it would make a lot of things easier. But I know that he is who I am to be with and I can't argue that. I prayed about it and received an answer... how am I supposed to go against that? The best part of this whole thing is that it has been an emotional relationship. The physical relationship played no part and it has allowed us to know each other on a personal level. So, a few different dates..... At 11:59 pm Houston time on the 2nd of March I had the courage and told him I loved him. Me first???? Amazing. The next day we decided we were going to plan on being married September 4th. I was already planning to be moving around May 15th to Houston and it would be only four months of resisting temptation! LOL It did seem crazy because we had only been talking again for just a short time. And already people were thinking I was nuts. But when you know you know, right? So, we get "engaged" on the 3rd. He just happens to be in Las Vegas with his sister and her family and so I fly down on the 12th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... my trip to Vegas. That is another story! I was freaking out about it to begin with. My friend Drew from my work was my support! He was nervous for me! HAHA  It took me forever to figure out what I was going to wear and everything. The flight was awful. Especially because I knew I was going to be picked up by three people I have never even met..... his sister, brother-in-law and nephew..... NERVE RACKING! So, I get off the plane and am on my way, wobbly knees and all. Did I mention I was totally nauseated the night before from nerves. So, I get off the plane and immediately call Drew to talk me through it. And then I am walking through and find I have to take a tram.... I have never done that. I don't even know where I am going and at the same time am so scared to call and find out. lol  So I tell them I am by terminal one and proceed to walk out. Then I think I am at terminal two from something I read and so I tell him that is where I am. So here I am (after seeing quite a bit of things that I could have done without in the airport) standing out at pickup telling my friend that their is eye candy he would enjoy.... watching an SUV stop in the middle of the road with a bubbly blonde jumping out and nearly attacking her friend that has flown in... avoiding the looks of a scary guy and standing there trying to remember how to breathe amongst all the chaos of the airport. Oh, but guess what. They go to terminal two where I thought I was until I look and see I am at TERMINAL ONE! Oh goodness.... what a great start right? (By the way.... I really do hate that airport) So, finally we meet up. It was a little awkward I am not going to lie. It was like we had to force a hug because we didn't really know what to do...haha  His sister was sooo sweet and gave me a hug right away, which really took pressure off! Then was the car ride where we just looked at each other strangely. And the nervous laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WSucmx8xI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VGSFH3C8f-c/s1600-h/FH000041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WSuNaEo_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/xHZtSGt3rN0/s1600-h/25532_364348551229_545821229_4224570_7194339_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WSuNaEo_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/xHZtSGt3rN0/s320/25532_364348551229_545821229_4224570_7194339_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450924246572508146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we got to the strip and then everything was fine. As soon as we held hands I felt SOOO much better. And the whole time I just kept staring at him. I was afraid that he was just going to disappear. I was enjoying every minute and just examining him over. My heart was SOOO happy. Life felt so good and for a moment stood still. :)   We all walked for a while, ate, and just enjoyed Vegas. I had to get a picture (the above) because I just wanted to document everything about my trip and besides.... everyone on facebook needed to see how wonderful my life was. Sadly,  some people act like they are 10 and decided to say some unacceptable things which caused a lot of people that I really care and respect to think different of me and question not only my morals but also "what I have become." I just need to remind myself that misery loves company right? Probably why I really don't associate with a lot of people these days....  I ignored all that the best I could and focused on the fact that I was with my love! I had been waiting for this moment for a while.... and it was here and would only last about 49 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WStlv3cgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bBjzqM38bzA/s1600-h/100_6047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WStlv3cgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bBjzqM38bzA/s320/100_6047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450924235926499842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was overall a very fun evening and I really enjoyed spending time with Giovanny and getting to know part of his family. We talked so much that night and I loved having him there by me. When I woke up the next morning and saw him I knew that life was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WQvYP3tvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UUF6Ti3jOEk/s1600-h/100_6059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WQvYP3tvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UUF6Ti3jOEk/s320/100_6059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450922067639121650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That first night we both decided that we wanted to get married then... and not wait. It just felt like the right choice. Funny thing, my family was expecting it and waiting to hear that I had. That morning he told his sister and I will never forget the humor of Anthony (my new nephew :) heehee). He was just sitting there talking to me and all of a sudden he asked how I was feeling. I told him I was ok. And then he said are you nervous? I don't think I realized he knew and as I looked up at him he goes on to tell me about "his first marriage"..... which may I add has never taken place because.... well.... he's like 18! lol But he is just soooo darn funny! He is such a real good kid. His parents should be so pleased with the job they have done raising him and be proud of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WQuxL73II/AAAAAAAAAMY/FeCZuCYrHr8/s1600-h/100_6061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WQuxL73II/AAAAAAAAAMY/FeCZuCYrHr8/s320/100_6061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450922057153633410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yeah.... we go and get married. We went to the courthouse which was funny as well. As you walk up you have all these people approach you and hand you flyers to all of their chapels they represent. It was like paparazzi. You just feel swarmed. So as you get to the doors...  you see how big the line is and think... well, I guess we'll be here for a few hours. It was just so surreal as we filled everything out. That was the time I called my mom... of course I had to tell her. I tell her everything! He was a little scared of me telling her. And I just laughed.  So.... as we were standing in line everyone around us was talking about how nervous they were and how they couldn't believe what they were doing and on and on. Still as happy as can be exchanged a few kisses and just smiled at each other and held hands. I really was excited. I LOVE THIS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WQuPFhP5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kWck7uuhnHo/s1600-h/100_6064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WQuPFhP5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kWck7uuhnHo/s320/100_6064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450922047999917970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we left.... went and had Colombian food. Made sure we had rings. And we were off to "A Special Memory." We decided while eating lunch that we would do it "Drive-Thru Style." It would be the last thing I would ever do and it not only was cheap but something we could all laugh about for years to come. (Yeah... you can laugh about it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WQtk9ZXeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jR9vE4WLcrk/s1600-h/100_6068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WQtk9ZXeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jR9vE4WLcrk/s320/100_6068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450922036691557858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was funny. The five of us sitting in the car. The funniest though was the fact that poor Anthony had to sit in the back with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WQtJatVuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/b_2_ru1GJ9I/s1600-h/100_6071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WQtJatVuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/b_2_ru1GJ9I/s320/100_6071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450922029298308834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And really, I never expected that I would be getting married in a blouse and jeans. I am too much of a girl. Good thing for our ceremony in September I can wear a dress! My favorite response was from my sister Michelle who said to me: "Why didn't you wear something kind of cute?" My response: "I just went through a drive-thru." Her response: "Like the kind you order food in?" Mine: "Yep. Classy huh?" Hers: "I love it... seriously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WP5v2GmyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ds5SA6RN7IU/s1600-h/100_6081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WP5v2GmyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ds5SA6RN7IU/s320/100_6081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450921146260560674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So its official. As the minister said... you are definitely not single anymore. &lt;b&gt;I became a MRS!!!!&lt;/b&gt; That night involved family time.... Monopoly, Soup and Cheesecake. How romantic right??? :p  You know... it was perfect. I wouldn't have changed it really. I got to spend time with some amazing  people that I now can say I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WP5PRS1LI/AAAAAAAAALw/-DfCh73ZNk4/s1600-h/100_6082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WP5PRS1LI/AAAAAAAAALw/-DfCh73ZNk4/s320/100_6082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450921137516238002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was very hard on me. I knew we would be parting that night as he would be flying back to Houston and I, Utah. I cried off and on. Like I have said before.... I am in love with him and he is my world! That day we went shooting at a shooting range, walked around Boulder City, had lunch and then went back to the house. I couldn't believe it was almost time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WP4Ur7CuI/AAAAAAAAALo/vZgLgh-s7G0/s1600-h/100_6091.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WP4Ur7CuI/AAAAAAAAALo/vZgLgh-s7G0/s320/100_6091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450921121790233314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;I LOVE THIS MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WP2v5kwcI/AAAAAAAAALY/FML7H5Xn2qQ/s1600-h/25532_369083411229_545821229_4238186_6886324_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WP2v5kwcI/AAAAAAAAALY/FML7H5Xn2qQ/s320/25532_369083411229_545821229_4238186_6886324_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450921094735512002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we get to the airport and I was one minute too late to check in so I am told I miss my flight. It was a nightmare! Luckily in the end Ben saved the day and I was able to take the next flight to SLC. Funny thing... he went to the wrong place and ended up missing his.... then his plane had to land in San Antonio because of weather and he didn't get home till the next day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, do I think what I did was a mistake??? Not at all. We have something special and even my mom has said that she has always known I would marry him since she first heard all about him. Do I expect that you are all going to think I didn't make a mistake? Nope... but then that is your opinion. Just remember, you do not receive personal revelation for me. I really am happy. I love this man so much and we are excited to have a little family in the near future...hopefully. I am so glad that we are together. I love and care about him soooo much. He is everything to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, right now definitely is hard. I hate not being with him. That is the worst. But as soon as I get a job down there and someone can take over my contract on my apartment we can be together. We are looking forward to that time. I never really knew how hard it was going to be to be apart. I sort of had an idea, but no! This is worse than I imagined!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this gave you all a little more insight. I know a lot of people had questions and I figured this would be the best way to answer. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel J Thrasher &lt;b&gt;Alzate&lt;/b&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/1321636707142598722-1251666139331274691?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/1251666139331274691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-story-my-version.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/1251666139331274691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/1251666139331274691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-story-my-version.html' title='Our Story (My Version...)'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/S6WSvyY6BvI/AAAAAAAAANI/C5oIOA11Tlk/s72-c/001_1_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-1664547230350543278</id><published>2009-12-29T03:19:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T04:45:33.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got to go home for Christmas this year where my whole family was finally together for the first time in 5 1/2 years. Before are just a few pictures that I was able to capture while there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpVkw851I/AAAAAAAAALA/q8AA0yXpt_I/s1600-h/100_5649.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpVkw851I/AAAAAAAAALA/q8AA0yXpt_I/s320/100_5649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420620183372621650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;My brother Andrew and our niece Avery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpVNDDVPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0Q7h3ek9owc/s1600-h/100_5650.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpVNDDVPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0Q7h3ek9owc/s1600-h/100_5650.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpVNDDVPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0Q7h3ek9owc/s320/100_5650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420620177006089458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My brother and sister and niece and nephew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpUm1ByYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1loW8Oh_wDw/s1600-h/100_5640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpUm1ByYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1loW8Oh_wDw/s320/100_5640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420620166746720642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Catherine, Jalen and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpUUAW-BI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dGFtNEH_PrY/s1600-h/100_5667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpUUAW-BI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dGFtNEH_PrY/s320/100_5667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420620161693972498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;My Mom and Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpUO6_bQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lxuKjexjiiM/s1600-h/100_5686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpUO6_bQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lxuKjexjiiM/s320/100_5686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420620160329280770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Hailey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznoU2uK-eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WnBD0rdYbpk/s1600-h/100_5628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznoU2uK-eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WnBD0rdYbpk/s320/100_5628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420619071501302242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Andrew and Avery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznoUOWUCUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QlDc2TrOggk/s1600-h/100_5622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznoUOWUCUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QlDc2TrOggk/s320/100_5622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420619060663814466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jalen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznoT3IeQKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/98BqEPtQJLw/s1600-h/100_5663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznoT3IeQKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/98BqEPtQJLw/s320/100_5663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420619054431748258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most of my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznoTYEqxZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VOSL6Pc68Ww/s1600-h/100_5701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznoTYEqxZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VOSL6Pc68Ww/s320/100_5701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420619046094292370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The rest of my family in this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznoS_wexoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iFY9OVKDtpM/s1600-h/100_5708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznoS_wexoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iFY9OVKDtpM/s320/100_5708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420619039567169154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;My immediate family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that you had an amazing holiday, and that you were able to spend it with those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-1664547230350543278?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/1664547230350543278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/1664547230350543278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/1664547230350543278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SznpVkw851I/AAAAAAAAALA/q8AA0yXpt_I/s72-c/100_5649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-3172946134705753531</id><published>2009-07-20T20:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:57:53.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love family!</title><content type='html'>&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;How lucky was I? My youngest sister Michelle just recently stopped by on her way back to Oregon. I had not seen her since October so it was a great little reunion! :)  I love my family. Even if they hardly talk to me... LOL  I can't wait until August because I am going to go back for a weekend visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes, I know... it's about time I updated my blog! I promise, there is more to come&lt;/span&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUs1-U5SSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8hA8vINIxrw/s1600-h/100_4756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUs1-U5SSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8hA8vINIxrw/s320/100_4756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360740237229771042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This is my beautiful little niece Hailey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUs1tJRI5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/xwjfW3rDvTo/s1600-h/100_4763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUs1tJRI5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/xwjfW3rDvTo/s320/100_4763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360740232617599890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My baby sister Michelle and I. The oldest and youngest. She looks like my mom's side and I.. my fathers. Yes, we are related!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUs1HtuHMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/51gqA-O2KCg/s1600-h/100_4760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUs1HtuHMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/51gqA-O2KCg/s320/100_4760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360740222569946306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is me and my sister with her cute little family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUrxoQvpbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nAeTtpDbZ_E/s1600-h/100_4757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUrxoQvpbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nAeTtpDbZ_E/s320/100_4757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360739063075677618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Orr family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUrxYun40I/AAAAAAAAAJM/hvmvB6O1B2U/s1600-h/100_4750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUrxYun40I/AAAAAAAAAJM/hvmvB6O1B2U/s320/100_4750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360739058906030914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My pretty little princess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUrw71UVgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Wdlqcvx8ZJA/s1600-h/100_4736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUrw71UVgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Wdlqcvx8ZJA/s320/100_4736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360739051149481474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hailey and my fish :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUrwk54buI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HxXm8WdLics/s1600-h/100_4735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUrwk54buI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HxXm8WdLics/s320/100_4735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360739044994608866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Like a little chia pet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUrwc5EmDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/i6ODd3eXnLQ/s1600-h/100_4733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUrwc5EmDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/i6ODd3eXnLQ/s320/100_4733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360739042843727922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: x-small;"&gt;This was how Hailey was when she first got here....so so silly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-3172946134705753531?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/3172946134705753531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/3172946134705753531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/3172946134705753531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-family.html' title='I love family!'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SmUs1-U5SSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8hA8vINIxrw/s72-c/100_4756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-439395703638916989</id><published>2009-05-03T17:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:53:04.301-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; So I got to go home as you know, and well.... it has taken just a little longer than expected to put up my pictures...... yes I know, I am a slacker. Well I hope you enjoy em at least.... more to follow hopefully shortly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6VM14kYsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/INlQ1n5oWsQ/s1600-h/100_3754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6VM14kYsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/INlQ1n5oWsQ/s320/100_3754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331863056708559554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Avery and Jalen made mudpies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6VMjMg--I/AAAAAAAAAIk/lb-MihdFPFw/s1600-h/100_3763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6VMjMg--I/AAAAAAAAAIk/lb-MihdFPFw/s320/100_3763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331863051691949026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6TDMqcEzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/N-WO9B8LzV8/s1600-h/100_3913_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6TDMqcEzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/N-WO9B8LzV8/s320/100_3913_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331860692001362738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My niece and nephew are the cutest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6TC2kJBUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/unyRbsYzcLI/s1600-h/100_3777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6TC2kJBUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/unyRbsYzcLI/s320/100_3777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331860686069368130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6TCnYhR2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Fr-CgyY9pTc/s1600-h/100_4036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6TCnYhR2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Fr-CgyY9pTc/s320/100_4036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331860681994094434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My brother and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6TCQFsXSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4nbVc8ouITA/s1600-h/100_4038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6TCQFsXSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4nbVc8ouITA/s320/100_4038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331860675741113634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My future sister-in-law and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6TBwvCn9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_J27nP4Y3nA/s1600-h/100_4039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6TBwvCn9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_J27nP4Y3nA/s320/100_4039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331860667324604370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My sister Meggie and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Rest just make me smile.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6RaCaEQ_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_atre8HbhEY/s320/100_3758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331858885362074610" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6RbE69c_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZiXPsd3ofZY/s320/100_3743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331858903216780274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6Razc1KNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NUaASuJ4Ttk/s1600-h/100_3742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6Razc1KNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NUaASuJ4Ttk/s320/100_3742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331858898527004882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6Raj2fU1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/XTEwfQXllxA/s1600-h/100_3747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6Raj2fU1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/XTEwfQXllxA/s320/100_3747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331858894339658578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6RaV5x6vI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kTTgoK12VGs/s1600-h/100_3748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6RaV5x6vI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kTTgoK12VGs/s320/100_3748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331858890595363570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My lynchy-pinners! (Lynch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-439395703638916989?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/439395703638916989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-is-where-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/439395703638916989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/439395703638916989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the heart is....'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sf6VM14kYsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/INlQ1n5oWsQ/s72-c/100_3754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-7096088527125555365</id><published>2009-04-15T23:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:08:33.033-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon'/><title type='text'>HOMEWARD BOUND!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am so so so so so so (did I mention so?) excited because I am going home! I just decided about  5 hours ago! See what happens when homesickness strikes? And my mom and sister are the only ones who know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-7096088527125555365?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/7096088527125555365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/04/homeward-bound.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/7096088527125555365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/7096088527125555365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/04/homeward-bound.html' title='HOMEWARD BOUND!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-2257772470163467916</id><published>2009-04-05T13:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:54:47.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>A Conference Weekend Perk....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well one thing to look forward to, is the seeing of mission friends for sure during Conference Weekend. The funniest thing about it all is that I live within 45 minutes to SOOOO many yet I never see them. In the last 3-4 months prior to the reunion I had seen..... Andrew, Brent, Alissa, Ryan, Lesa, Janelle, Sarah R, Meagan, Abby and the Stewards. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if I just left someone out I feel bad! &lt;/span&gt;I was a little nervous about going because I feel so often that I don't have "mission friends" other than who I already see from the mission. The biggest thing I am told is how far I am from people yet they go past Salt Lake City all the time to see others just north or south of me. I live right off the freeway..... if someone really wanted to see me is it that hard??? Maybe what makes me different is that I try to.... Well enough about that.... point is, is that I felt truly loved from others for the first time in a long time. It was hard because the mission was one of the first times in my life where I really felt loved and accepted and it was nice to feel that again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Here are some pictures from this past weekend...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkNAW9l08I/AAAAAAAAAHI/C0mIKTZ5oZE/s1600-h/100_3568_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkNAW9l08I/AAAAAAAAAHI/C0mIKTZ5oZE/s320/100_3568_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321298734530024386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sarah Meagan and I after poison Saturday night (awful pic but M is in this one) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkNANsOBpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XXsOdK-bh2c/s1600-h/100_3570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkNANsOBpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XXsOdK-bh2c/s320/100_3570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321298732041242258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My cute lil Ryan friend and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkMn7F1G_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/_c0FIAxs78M/s1600-h/100_3537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkMn7F1G_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/_c0FIAxs78M/s320/100_3537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321298314731527154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sarah, Amelia and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkMnhbXN_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4KxLzBEQJKU/s1600-h/100_3538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkMnhbXN_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4KxLzBEQJKU/s320/100_3538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321298307842521074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sarah and I.... the oldies but goodies of the mish :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkMnYGKZEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zlsVYbq-uKU/s1600-h/100_3554_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkMnYGKZEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zlsVYbq-uKU/s320/100_3554_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321298305337680962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel to the second power....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkMmyPyfpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HGrpJAU-Mr8/s1600-h/100_3545_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkMmyPyfpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HGrpJAU-Mr8/s320/100_3545_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321298295177510546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Family picture... the posterity of Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkMmkQJACI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DZJKeBldPkE/s1600-h/100_3541_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkMmkQJACI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DZJKeBldPkE/s320/100_3541_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321298291420889122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My little brothers!!!!!! I love these guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);  font-weight: bold;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(Well, I know I promised to put pictures up of last weekends adventure.... will soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-2257772470163467916?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/2257772470163467916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/04/conference-weekend-perk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/2257772470163467916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/2257772470163467916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/04/conference-weekend-perk.html' title='A Conference Weekend Perk....'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdkNAW9l08I/AAAAAAAAAHI/C0mIKTZ5oZE/s72-c/100_3568_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-4916581705530140501</id><published>2009-03-29T21:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:19:54.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little preview.. the festival of colors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I had the opportunity of going to the Hare Krishna at the Hindu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;temple in Spanish Fork. It was a really fascinating experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. I really love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;learning about different cultures and customs. These are just a few pictures of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the aftermath, my fingernails are still stained pink with pink all around my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;nails as well, but it was fun. Here is a link to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.utahkrishnas.com/"&gt;temple&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And here is a link to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;the article from the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/News/ci_12021504"&gt;Salt Lake Tribune&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;There is a video in the tribune article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; that you can watch... notice the cloud of powdered smoke however... try going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;from the middle of that to the outside edge where you can breathe. I thought I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;would suffocate when I could no longer hold my breath and was laughing at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the craziness of getting out. I can still smell it when I look down or up and am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;taking a deep breath. Funny, I know. More pictures to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utahkrishnas.com/main/home.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utahkrishnas.com/main/home.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utahkrishnas.com/main/home.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdA_8ROWpvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EepCoXmB2L0/s1600-h/100_3504_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdA_8ROWpvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EepCoXmB2L0/s320/100_3504_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318821464572864242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdA_78R6kVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/E_OH2g3mjhQ/s1600-h/100_3503_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdA_78R6kVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/E_OH2g3mjhQ/s320/100_3503_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318821458950656338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-4916581705530140501?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/4916581705530140501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-little-preview-festival-of-colors.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/4916581705530140501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/4916581705530140501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-little-preview-festival-of-colors.html' title='Just a little preview.. the festival of colors!'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SdA_8ROWpvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EepCoXmB2L0/s72-c/100_3504_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-76307968560480766</id><published>2009-03-28T12:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:52:03.439-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><title type='text'>Three things I miss in life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5w0K52FNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_Y70e7yUneg/s1600-h/100_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5w0K52FNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_Y70e7yUneg/s320/100_2457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318312251553617106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can I just say that I miss my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;FAVORITE &lt;/span&gt;kids! I haven't seen them in five months and still have at least two more to go until I do. I love them SO much. I have been really homesick lately. Kind of sucks and I have no idea why! I took this picture while I was home back in October. All I have are my pictures! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-76307968560480766?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/76307968560480766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-things-i-miss-in-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/76307968560480766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/76307968560480766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-things-i-miss-in-life.html' title='Three things I miss in life....'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5w0K52FNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_Y70e7yUneg/s72-c/100_2457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-1418176282902868556</id><published>2009-03-24T01:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:45:30.696-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Park City!</title><content type='html'>So.... I had never been to Park City before and finally had a chance. I mean, I live probably a half hour away... what stopped me??? I mean I had been just outside of it in the outlets and the lake but for some reason I had just never visited. I think my favorite part of it all was that after realizing how expensive everything was, it became no big deal and was part of the phrase... "its part of the Park City experience." I mean, I don't think I had ever spend $4.30 for two small pieces of chocolate! Here are just a few pics of that day. I love the buildings here!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciN0-bYIlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v4awT-LS1qE/s1600-h/100_3482_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciN0-bYIlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v4awT-LS1qE/s1600-h/100_3482_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciN0-bYIlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v4awT-LS1qE/s320/100_3482_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316655301361410642" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cody and I dolled up and ready to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciN0c9gwEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/50VO6kU4IQo/s1600-h/100_3490.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciN0c9gwEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/50VO6kU4IQo/s320/100_3490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316655292377776194" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;View of Park City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciN0InGUqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LGWVy8_NMvs/s1600-h/100_3488.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciN0InGUqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LGWVy8_NMvs/s320/100_3488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316655286915060386" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How often can you say you've been next to a bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciNzXsCfVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dB2Txn4cfyM/s1600-h/100_3485.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciNzXsCfVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dB2Txn4cfyM/s320/100_3485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316655273782443346" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;On the Main Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciNzA4hioI/AAAAAAAAAE4/K21gbFvi1XA/s1600-h/100_3475_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciNzA4hioI/AAAAAAAAAE4/K21gbFvi1XA/s320/100_3475_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316655267660794498" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to add this picture from the blog before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-1418176282902868556?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/1418176282902868556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/park-city.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/1418176282902868556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/1418176282902868556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/park-city.html' title='Park City!'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciN0-bYIlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v4awT-LS1qE/s72-c/100_3482_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-2805308941959201020</id><published>2009-03-24T00:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:21:12.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamorous!</title><content type='html'>&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;Well, as most people know... I am addicted to MAC makeup. I swear I can't live without it. Expensive or not... it has become some sort of obsession. What makes it even better is that three of my girlfriends here love it as well. One as much as I do. When we go to the MAC counter just to look at the colors I feel like a kid on Christmas morning.... it is just a shame that I can't take it all home with me. I don't even know if  I would know what to do if I had that much. As of now.... I have come to acquiring a total of (drum roll please....) 3 Paintpots, 6 pigments, and 26 shadows. So basically 32 eyeshadows and three bases there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite thing however is to have fun and try different things and looks out. I love putting makeup on people and when I am done I feel like I have accomplished a piece of art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to share some recent pictures of some of my "creations"..... there has been more exciting looks but this is just what has happened with a camera nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFwViW0rI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u-X5IUQalWQ/s1600-h/100_3467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFwViW0rI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u-X5IUQalWQ/s320/100_3467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316646425572332210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This is what my hand looks like after having gone to the MAC counter... this was looking at all of Cody's colors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFwBhx2LI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5AgyRMh1WBQ/s1600-h/100_3325_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFwBhx2LI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5AgyRMh1WBQ/s320/100_3325_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316646420201199794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This is Monde's look on Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFvtwamlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9xnhWvewLbQ/s1600-h/100_3279_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFvtwamlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9xnhWvewLbQ/s320/100_3279_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316646414893881938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This is my friend Heather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFu_sAGnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RH2t4BIKV1Q/s1600-h/100_3473_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFu_sAGnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RH2t4BIKV1Q/s320/100_3473_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316646402527337074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Here is Cody's after we were done experimenting on my hand ( my leg was just as bad...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFul-fC2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kP573kaKJUg/s1600-h/100_3079_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFul-fC2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kP573kaKJUg/s320/100_3079_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316646395625540450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Here is one of me... my favorite is MIA... will put it up with my Park City pics. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So... another one of the things I like to do is to take pictures. I have so much fun doing so.  I decided that I wanted to do so on Saturday while the weather was "currently" nice still (darn storm that came through....no I am not bitter...).  So Monde and I had a little photo shoot and this was what we came up with. Thanks Cody for taking my pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFIffidhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kycprW2SFZE/s1600-h/100_3323_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFIffidhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kycprW2SFZE/s320/100_3323_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316645741050099218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;She is so stinkin pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFINKS2II/AAAAAAAAAEA/kjRDd28yc4c/s1600-h/100_3329_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFINKS2II/AAAAAAAAAEA/kjRDd28yc4c/s320/100_3329_6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316645736129157250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Love this girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFHz68eBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LzoWus_TMkw/s1600-h/100_3400_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFHz68eBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LzoWus_TMkw/s320/100_3400_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316645729353889810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;It was like the only patch of green there was in this little area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFHZLA90I/AAAAAAAAADw/GcVkcIFwrXE/s1600-h/100_3445_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFHZLA90I/AAAAAAAAADw/GcVkcIFwrXE/s320/100_3445_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316645722173536066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This is one of my faves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFG70YyXI/AAAAAAAAADo/bbVvHbCK_kg/s1600-h/100_3336_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFG70YyXI/AAAAAAAAADo/bbVvHbCK_kg/s320/100_3336_4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316645714293999986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I love my eyes on this one.... and Monde.... well she always looks great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-2805308941959201020?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/2805308941959201020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/glamorous.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/2805308941959201020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/2805308941959201020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/glamorous.html' title='Glamorous!'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SciFwViW0rI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u-X5IUQalWQ/s72-c/100_3467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-1336577651391304905</id><published>2009-03-15T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:53:08.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The day in Provo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I went down to Provo and got to hang out with my friend Alissa, or to others "Sister Dambroski." For those who have not yet heard this name, she was my MTC companion and also served in Houston. Heck, we were companions for a day when we got to go on exchanges. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sb2vQbOwLwI/AAAAAAAAADg/F9dFOoOdU_Q/s1600-h/100_3319_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sb2vQbOwLwI/AAAAAAAAADg/F9dFOoOdU_Q/s320/100_3319_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313595832089456386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Alissa and I did what we do best. And that is take pictures of ourselves. As you can see we do pretty well. We let our baby blues shine for all! Here are just a few pictures over the last three and a half..... yes I said three and a half YEARS! And trust me.... they will continue on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sb2vQY3ytXI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ao56ssP0Dqg/s1600-h/026_26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sb2vQY3ytXI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ao56ssP0Dqg/s320/026_26.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313595831456281970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This was back in the Call Center in the MTC in Sept 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sb2vQLcJ5JI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9Z9uxY-eVsM/s1600-h/100_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sb2vQLcJ5JI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9Z9uxY-eVsM/s320/100_1025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313595827850699922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This was taken at President and Sister Stewards Homecoming July of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sb2vPv9hxdI/AAAAAAAAADI/rFD31BXVORs/s1600-h/100_2998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sb2vPv9hxdI/AAAAAAAAADI/rFD31BXVORs/s320/100_2998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313595820474484178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This was taken on Alissa's birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sb2vPIU_dUI/AAAAAAAAADA/vWezB5svBlU/s1600-h/100_3314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sb2vPIU_dUI/AAAAAAAAADA/vWezB5svBlU/s320/100_3314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313595809835480386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This was taken last night... let the good times roll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Love you girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-1336577651391304905?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/1336577651391304905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-yesterday-i-went-down-to-provo-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/1336577651391304905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/1336577651391304905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-yesterday-i-went-down-to-provo-and.html' title='The day in Provo...'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sb2vQbOwLwI/AAAAAAAAADg/F9dFOoOdU_Q/s72-c/100_3319_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321636707142598722.post-2080300654666837961</id><published>2009-03-14T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:53:18.333-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My as well get this started....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I figure that since everyone else is doing it, I my as well too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I keep telling myself that I have an exciting life and so I my as well share it with everyone. These last few months have been quite crazy though. I have had a lot of thoughts come as to what direction I need to take in my life. I have been missing my family like crazy. So the thought of leaving Salt Lake City has been on my mind more and more. All that I really have here is a job that I do well at and some pretty amazing friends. I know I need to worry about me though, which I do a poor job doing. I know I am different now and I don't like that.  I don't know. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the past few months to share a little of me with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SbvcDc4WyqI/AAAAAAAAACA/UkinWgd1MLE/s1600-h/100_3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SbvcDc4WyqI/AAAAAAAAACA/UkinWgd1MLE/s320/100_3120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313082137263917730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes we are a little crazy at times... :) This was at Andrew's bday party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SbvcDGqKWgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TxW_lmfUVMQ/s1600-h/100_3164.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SbvcDGqKWgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TxW_lmfUVMQ/s320/100_3164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313082131298802178" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bowling.... reminds me of the good ol' days in Oregon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SbvcDOH3Q2I/AAAAAAAAABw/IV8-rzY3CzU/s1600-h/100_3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SbvcDOH3Q2I/AAAAAAAAABw/IV8-rzY3CzU/s320/100_3264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313082133302428514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Monde and I went to the Jazz and Hornets game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SbvcCy70_sI/AAAAAAAAABo/yVmw01rGNuE/s1600-h/100_3185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SbvcCy70_sI/AAAAAAAAABo/yVmw01rGNuE/s320/100_3185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313082126004190914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;Karisa's bridal shower...she's a married woman now... crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SbvcCUha0tI/AAAAAAAAABg/puy2f3iUAOg/s1600-h/100_3196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SbvcCUha0tI/AAAAAAAAABg/puy2f3iUAOg/s320/100_3196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313082117840360146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This was on Valentine's Day. I made a dinner for everyone. Heather and Justin were my helpers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321636707142598722-2080300654666837961?l=rthrasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/feeds/2080300654666837961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-as-well-get-this-started.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/2080300654666837961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321636707142598722/posts/default/2080300654666837961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthrasher.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-as-well-get-this-started.html' title='My as well get this started....'/><author><name>Rachel Alzate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832010224746307310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/Sc5dSOB80CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HAngk294RQ/S220/100_3067.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fP7BGNcIhb4/SbvcDc4WyqI/AAAAAAAAACA/UkinWgd1MLE/s72-c/100_3120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
