<?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-7143075476986942884</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:30:40.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riss on the Move</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-3512861304479843970</id><published>2011-02-12T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:25:26.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is another really hard question for me because I've had so many influential people in my life and they've all helped me in some way or another during different times in my life.  But I decided to go with two girls that helped me the most during high school and helped me during one of the hardest periods in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2ssDX6TlMU/TVbrkso2WII/AAAAAAAAAF0/pRPFrMvwzfk/s1600/n193306883_32022262_2554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2ssDX6TlMU/TVbrkso2WII/AAAAAAAAAF0/pRPFrMvwzfk/s400/n193306883_32022262_2554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572900604607879298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwkzrqJ-ZDQ/TVbrtZBCIiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/seCBcT9g5xQ/s1600/n40303694_30027492_4777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwkzrqJ-ZDQ/TVbrtZBCIiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/seCBcT9g5xQ/s400/n40303694_30027492_4777.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572900753959428642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two girls did so much for me and they were my first two friends that I made after I moved to Spokane.  They helped me to overcome depression when they had no idea how much I was suffering.  Just by being my friends and being there for me, they healed me and helped me to become the person I am today.  To Tiara and Erika, I love you both so much!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-3512861304479843970?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/3512861304479843970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/3512861304479843970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/3512861304479843970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2ssDX6TlMU/TVbrkso2WII/AAAAAAAAAF0/pRPFrMvwzfk/s72-c/n193306883_32022262_2554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-7593012890673123358</id><published>2011-02-09T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:28:13.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TVM9HEDyoUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lKO334Gxukc/s1600/n17812013_30304113_2478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TVM9HEDyoUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lKO334Gxukc/s400/n17812013_30304113_2478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571864355545456962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is absolutely hilarious to me and I figured it fit that Valentine's Day is next week.  :)  So, flashback six years ago to my freshmen year - Katherine and I decided that Valentine's Day was a pointless holiday and that it was just another excuse for commercialism to go crazy and for couples all over campus to rub it into the poor single folks how happy they are with their respective shmootzie-poo's.  So we decided that we would wear all black on Valentine's Day and, needless to say, we went all out!  And the fact that our hallway in our dorm had been decorated with Valentine's balloons just made it even better because we had the perfect background for our emo photo shoot!  We took some awesome pictures, and this one is just one nugget among a gold mine of pictures that make me just bust up laughing.  We ended up making the dressing up in black a tradition every year and I still love it!  Love you, Kat!  You were the best roommate a girl could ask for!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-7593012890673123358?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/7593012890673123358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/7593012890673123358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/7593012890673123358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TVM9HEDyoUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lKO334Gxukc/s72-c/n17812013_30304113_2478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-2263882446752610124</id><published>2011-02-08T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T12:32:57.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my most treasured possession would be my family!  I love them all so much and my life would mean absolutely nothing without them!  Love all you guys!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TVGoR09kBWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhtrVGiynsk/s1600/149943_802662166599_17812018_41852585_5899659_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TVGoR09kBWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhtrVGiynsk/s400/149943_802662166599_17812018_41852585_5899659_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571419238262113634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-2263882446752610124?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/2263882446752610124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/2263882446752610124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/2263882446752610124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TVGoR09kBWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhtrVGiynsk/s72-c/149943_802662166599_17812018_41852585_5899659_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-7716118017934717552</id><published>2011-02-07T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:48:57.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really hard time trying to decide who I'd love to change places with, and then it just hit me and it made me laugh out loud!  So here she is:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TVBaYbUAiNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QlL3_dUZ0KA/s1600/18171450px-Ginny_weasley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TVBaYbUAiNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QlL3_dUZ0KA/s400/18171450px-Ginny_weasley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571052114752342226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to be Ginny Weasley for a day!  Just cause she's awesome and that way I could go to Hogwarts and not be a pathetic muggle anymore.  And cause she gets Harry Potter in the end... Shhh!  Don't tell Bobby!  ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-7716118017934717552?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/7716118017934717552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/7716118017934717552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/7716118017934717552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TVBaYbUAiNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QlL3_dUZ0KA/s72-c/18171450px-Ginny_weasley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-948617356765444759</id><published>2011-02-05T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:53:18.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TU2OCVkediI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7Q4oFG7uIL0/s1600/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TU2OCVkediI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7Q4oFG7uIL0/s400/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570264484928189986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TU2OCDoBVSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LOq32b9pJws/s1600/37261_756073375909_17812018_40658067_7783036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TU2OCDoBVSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LOq32b9pJws/s400/37261_756073375909_17812018_40658067_7783036_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570264480111220002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but put two pictures up just cause that's how happy I was on this day!  The day that I was sealed for time and all eternity to my best friend in the LDS Manti Temple will always be the best day of my life!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-948617356765444759?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/948617356765444759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/948617356765444759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/948617356765444759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TU2OCVkediI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7Q4oFG7uIL0/s72-c/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-5043132107605413564</id><published>2011-02-04T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T18:19:12.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day 04 - A picture of your night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUyySynhnHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-nIkYswO0SU/s1600/21079_263058819448_789194448_3121715_1158376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUyySynhnHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-nIkYswO0SU/s400/21079_263058819448_789194448_3121715_1158376_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570022875045403762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my night includes the love of my life, Bobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUyym95Nr2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/0gtt3DjJXmY/s1600/191930-final_fantasy_vii_cast_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUyym95Nr2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/0gtt3DjJXmY/s400/191930-final_fantasy_vii_cast_super.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570023221669769058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll usually play some video games or watch a movie.  Right now, I'm in the middle of playing through Final Fantasy VII.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUyzI3gtk6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AsGmdXoD-qA/s1600/HeroesOfOlympus-wp-Keyart-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUyzI3gtk6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AsGmdXoD-qA/s400/HeroesOfOlympus-wp-Keyart-sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570023804071941026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night before I go to sleep I have to read my book.  Right now, I'm reading the new Rick Riordan book, The Lost Hero.  So good!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-5043132107605413564?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/5043132107605413564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/5043132107605413564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/5043132107605413564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUyySynhnHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-nIkYswO0SU/s72-c/21079_263058819448_789194448_3121715_1158376_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-1692111260373942211</id><published>2011-02-02T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:25:50.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUoDhjA_8uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/erGAz2GAY1w/s1600/bbt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUoDhjA_8uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/erGAz2GAY1w/s400/bbt2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569267764067037922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it, I'm already behind on my days!  Oh well, guess that's what happens when you're busy like me!  Anyways, here's a picture of the Big Bang Theory cast!  It's my favorite show right now.  Runners up include Bones, Glee, and, as always, Gilmore Girls :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-1692111260373942211?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/1692111260373942211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/1692111260373942211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/1692111260373942211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUoDhjA_8uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/erGAz2GAY1w/s72-c/bbt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-6829023888266047358</id><published>2011-01-28T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:23:02.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUNL2vYMivI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OCXqPmYVD9I/s1600/75862_802661797339_17812018_41852568_2655604_n.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/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUNL2vYMivI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OCXqPmYVD9I/s320/75862_802661797339_17812018_41852568_2655604_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567376968163035890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of you and the person you have been close with for the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sissy, Miss Andrea! Or as I like to call her:  Deedee!  :)  Don't think it gets much closer when you grew up pretending to be mermaids in the tub together and were forced to wear matching dresses all the time, haha. "Sisters, sisters, never were there such devoted sisters..."  ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-6829023888266047358?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/6829023888266047358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/6829023888266047358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/6829023888266047358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUNL2vYMivI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OCXqPmYVD9I/s72-c/75862_802661797339_17812018_41852568_2655604_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-961903786619056189</id><published>2011-01-27T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:24:56.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUJFES38toI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Fi2ejM6Kwmk/s1600/Brent%2Band%2BAlicia%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUJFES38toI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Fi2ejM6Kwmk/s320/Brent%2Band%2BAlicia%2B014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567088029471651458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can beat my husband at Guitar Hero while we're both playing on expert.  I'm that good ;)&lt;br /&gt;2. I love color guard so much that couldn't bear to quit until I absolutely had to.  So I'm at 10 years now of color guard.&lt;br /&gt;3. My favorite movie of all time is White Christmas.  Never ceases to put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;4. I grind my teeth at night.&lt;br /&gt;5. If I didn't stop myself, I think I could eat a whole jar of pickles in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;6. Christmas is my favorite time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;7. If I love a movie or a book, I could watch/read it over and over and never get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate doing laundry - hence why I have so many clothes... so I can go a few weeks without having to do any, haha.&lt;br /&gt;9. I work best under pressure. Thus, I am the worst procrastinator in the world.&lt;br /&gt;10. I love it when there's new snow on the ground and I'm the first to step in a big field of it.&lt;br /&gt;11. I absolutely love old school videogames.  Especially RPG's. They're the best!&lt;br /&gt;12. My dream job is to do voice-over work for a cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;13. Someday I'd love to live in a house on a beach.&lt;br /&gt;14. I love cooking, but I never have the patience to do it!&lt;br /&gt;15. I have very ticklish feet and I hate it when people touch them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-961903786619056189?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/961903786619056189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/961903786619056189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/961903786619056189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TUJFES38toI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Fi2ejM6Kwmk/s72-c/Brent%2Band%2BAlicia%2B014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-8898212906444854765</id><published>2011-01-27T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:29:10.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Says a Thousand Words!</title><content type='html'>So, I saw this on my friend Erika's blog and I thought, "Hey!  I haven't blogged in so long!  Maybe I should do this to get back into it!  So here goes!  I'll be doing this for 30 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been close with for the longest.&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 - A picture of your night.&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item.&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - A picture of something you hate.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - A picture of something you love.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist.&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - A picture of you when you were little.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - A picture of your day.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-8898212906444854765?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/8898212906444854765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/01/picture-says-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/8898212906444854765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/8898212906444854765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2011/01/picture-says-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture Says a Thousand Words!'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-6213423102288741177</id><published>2009-07-25T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:40:18.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Watch So You Think You Can Dance?  Yes, I DO!!!!</title><content type='html'>Whoa, Marissa's posting on her blog?!?!?! That's right, folks! Times a-changin'! Haha. I blame my lack of posting on Bobby because since he's gone, my life just isn't as exciting anymore. Yeah, you heard me, Bobby Luke. Lol! My life as of right now consists of going to work at BYU's Food-to-Go, playing Final Fantasy IX (thanks to Bobby for letting me borrow it), and watching So You Think You Can Dance. Which brings me to the point of writing this post. As many people know, (and what Bobby loves to make fun of all the time) I am completely and utterly obsessed with this show. And some people just don't get it (Bobby being that number one person). Here are my reasons as to why this show is completely BAMF and why it kicks other similar reality tv shows butts (such as American Idol, Dancing with the Stars, America's Got Talent, which all except maybe the latter just really suck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 431px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/GC6gdUhaH8VqSA552VVHJoYjAabrKMEjFUwF01npQsSEXi0pARXUbHIsoecBmIKeMCUGKUOwrazi*n4V4SQ3I9oZjLPTIdqu/so_you_think_you_can_dance_poster_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here goes, Marissa's Reasons Why SYTYCD Rocks My Socks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The most obvious reason is that the dances that the contestants do are absolutely AMAZING! They usually have some sort of story behind the song choice and the choreography and those stories either make me laugh hysterically, keep me super enthralled with the piece, or move me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.broadcastingcable.com/articles/blog/1380000138/cat_D2Y1019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://www.broadcastingcable.com/articles/blog/1380000138/cat_D2Y1019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cat Deeley's outfits. Ok, I have the biggest problem with the host, Cat Deeley, because she is seriously Britain's version of a white trash woman, and she's not funny at all and she tries to be. But, that being said, it is the most entertaining thing to see what she's wearing every episode just so that I can make fun of her! Seriously, whoever her stylist is needs to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;3. Nigel Lythgoe is the MAN! For those of you who don't know, Nigel is one of the three judges &lt;a href="http://blogs.nypost.com/tv/photos/nigel_lythgoe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://blogs.nypost.com/tv/photos/nigel_lythgoe4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;every week and he is the show's typical British middle-aged man. (Come on, every judging show has to have one.) But unlike his comparable counterpart Simon Cowell, Nigel is actually a LIKABLE person! Not only that, but he's so funny! He pulls the most hilarious faces, critiques the contestants the way he sees it (which is not ruthless like Simon), and makes fun of the show's equivalent of Paula Abdul, Mary Murphy (which makes me laugh every time). For example, Mary once hinted that she might have gotten botox and pretty much every week since, Nigel has brought up botox in some form or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They have the best team of choreographers EVER!!! Mia Michaels, Tyce DiOrio, Wade Robson, Sonya Tayeh, Shane Sparks, to name a few, are all brilliant! Some have even won Emmy's for their pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They give us a taste of not just your everyday styles of music and dance, but they explore other cultures of dance such as African dancing, Russian folk dance, and Bollywood! It's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. They have the most likable contestants out there! Last year's winner, Joshua Allen was amazing - I've never wanted anyone on tv to win their contest so much as I wanted Josh to win last year!!! And it's just addicting to see every week if your favorite stays in the running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you don't believe me, maybe you should just watch it yourself!!!! It's amazing, trust me! And I pretty much proved how much I'm obsessed with this show by posting this on my blog, but I couldn't help it! I had to make a point. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-6213423102288741177?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/6213423102288741177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-you-think-you-can-watch-so-you-think.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/6213423102288741177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/6213423102288741177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-you-think-you-can-watch-so-you-think.html' title='So You Think You Can Watch So You Think You Can Dance?  Yes, I DO!!!!'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-3615288797195375768</id><published>2009-05-09T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:06:39.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt for the 7th Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/Sgkf1VG2XXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pVUeZXwmniw/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/Sgkf1VG2XXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pVUeZXwmniw/s320/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334830234656464242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister, Becky, had her fourth child last night!  A beautiful little girl named Aubrey Paige! But, I'm excited because, 1. I get to see her over Memorial Day Weekend for her blessing, 2. the delivery went smoothly and both mommy and baby are great, and 3. my mom will be back from helping my sister just in time to see me and Bobby when we come next week!  I was worried for a while because my mom promised my sister that she would help out for a week and we were hoping that Becky would have her baby early because we were going to be cutting it close if she ended up being late.  But the Lord's looking out for us because my mom should be home the Friday we arrive in Spokane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, this is the first time I have ever brought a boyfriend home to meet the parents (aside from high school, which really does not count).  I'm a little nervous, but not as nervous as I was last week when Bobby met my dad.  So, I guess that's good that Bobby met my dad when he came down for a business meeting because it took some of the pressure off and he didn't have to be overwhelmed by meeting both my parents and now he just has to worry about meeting Mom.  Not that Mom's scary or anything, I'm just nervous because I've never done this before.  But Dad really liked Bobby, so Mom should too!   But then there's my little sister as well.... hmmm... let's hope Bobby's up to the challenge.  Haha, he'll be fine.  I love him, so my family should too, right?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-3615288797195375768?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/3615288797195375768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2009/05/aunt-for-7th-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/3615288797195375768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/3615288797195375768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2009/05/aunt-for-7th-time.html' title='Aunt for the 7th Time!'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/Sgkf1VG2XXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pVUeZXwmniw/s72-c/IMG_0897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-3857523799684744984</id><published>2009-04-17T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:38:58.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Blessings</title><content type='html'>So, despite last week and the week before with how stressed out I was, I survived!!!  Halleluia!  And now it is finals week.  Compared to all my projects that were due last week, my finals should be cake!  I'm really not worried at all, and that's kind of crazy, cause usually, I'm still freaking out when it comes down to finals.  Isn't that strange?  Hopefully it's a sign that I'm confident in what I've learned this year as opposed to being at a point where I just don't care about my finals... I guess we'll see.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, in comparison to last week, I'm feeling very optimistic about my life at the moment!  I'm looking forward to my future and I am so grateful for all the blessings that I have received recently.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessing #1:  I got a job!  I had been dreading looking for a job and every day that I would walk through the Wilk to get home, I would stop at a bulletin board that listed all the open jobs at campus.  I'd look at them and get overwhelmed at the prospect of applying to all these jobs that I wanted.  Finally, I was talking to my friend Sarah about it and she said, "Hey, we're hiring at my job!  Here's my boss's number, give him a call and tell him I sent you!"  Sure enough, I called and before I knew it, I had a job!  It wasn't hard at all!  And it would have if the Lord hadn't been looking out for me and answering my prayers.  I went to work today and it was great!  It felt good, and I think that I will enjoy this job this summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessing #2:  I'm starting to get seriously involved with the theatre department at BYU.  I'm going be assistant designing two shows next year!  Makeup design for the opera, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales of Hoffman&lt;/span&gt;, and scenic design for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As You Like It&lt;/span&gt;.  I never thought that I would be helping out with the design elements of the BYU mainstage!  I always thought that I would be acting or just a stage hand of sorts, but the opportunity came up and I seized it!  I took a scenic design class this last semester and my professor told me that I had a lot of hidden talent and a lot of potential in the elements of design.  He told me that I just wasn't confident in my abilities yet.  He had one of the Heads of the department come into the class to talk to us and she said that all of us should apply to be assistant designers for next year.  It took me a while to think about it and finally I contacted her and told her I was interested in helping out with a show.  Well, low and behold, she gave me two shows to help out with!  Crazy, huh?  I'm so excited and this is going to look absolutely amazing on my resume!  What a great opportunity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessing #3:  For a few weeks, I knew that my boyfriend, Bobby, was thinking about going home for the summer to get a better job and be with his family.  After a while, it seemed like it was the most likely that he was going to stay and I was so happy and excited to spend the whole summer with him.  Sadly, on Tuesday, Bobby was called by the company that he was trying to get a job with and they said they really wanted him for the summer.  I will admit that I was rather upset to think about him going away for the summer.  I've done long distance before and it didn't work out so well - it ended with me and a broken heart.  So, naturally, I had some irrational fears.  But after talking to Bobby and praying, I knew that this was what needed to happen.  The Lord has blessed me with a feeling of comfort and now, I'm completely okay with the situation.  Sure, it's going to be really hard to be away from Bobby for almost three months, but I think that we can do it.  It is also such a blessing that my parents are willing to pay for a plane ticket to send me to see Bobby for about a week.  That'll be so nice and I'm looking forward to meeting his parents!  I'm so lucky to have Bobby in my life and that is a huge blessing in and of itself!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, basically, I'm looking on the bright side of life right now and it feels great!  I need to remember to do that more often I think.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-3857523799684744984?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/3857523799684744984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2009/04/counting-blessings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/3857523799684744984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/3857523799684744984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2009/04/counting-blessings.html' title='Counting Blessings'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-3081498037333556308</id><published>2009-03-26T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:21:49.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately Seeking Summer...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have to vent.  Even though I should be using this time to actually do homework and study, I have to vent in order to keep sane.  At the beginning of this semester I thought, "Yeah, I'm taking a lot of classes, but they're all pretty low-key considering that most of them are just one or two credits, so I think I'm going to be just fine!"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my classes, every single one, have me doing HUGE projects right now.  And they're all due in a week or two.  I am freaking out and in every class when they talk about it being due, I feel like I can't breathe.  Why can't they spread things out throughout the semester?  Why is it all due at once?  I'm so overwhelmed that I don't think I can handle it!  Seriously, it will be a miracle if I survive the next few weeks.  And it doesn't help that I am completely burned out.  I mean, I totally needed a spring break this year and I am so mad at BYU for being the one school to not have a spring break.  Yeah, I know that we get out earlier than everyone else, but seriously!  A couple of days would have been nice!  BLAH!!!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know I'm complaining about the trivial and that things could get worse and that I probably put this on myself, but really... I didn't.  It's not my fault that my department likes to only allow a class that should be a four credit hour class to only be two hours so that they can fit more classes into the major... and it's not my fault that I'm taking so many classes so that I can graduate in 2 years even though I've been here for four...  Sorry.  I just really need the next couple weeks to be over so that I can be sane again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.  Wish me luck.  :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-3081498037333556308?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/3081498037333556308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2009/03/desperately-seeking-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/3081498037333556308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/3081498037333556308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2009/03/desperately-seeking-summer.html' title='Desperately Seeking Summer...'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143075476986942884.post-8618373634090893525</id><published>2009-03-16T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:33:56.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, goodness, I can't believe I just did this!</title><content type='html'>So, I've finally given in.  I have a blog.  It's just that we were talking about blogging in my Teaching Media in the Classroom class and I was like, "you know, it sounds really fun!  Maybe I should get one after all..."  And here I am.  I mean, I really like reading my sister's blog, and well, maybe she'd do the same.  So, Mani, this is for you, I guess!  Don't you just feel special?!  I hope you do.  :)  I'm not quite sure how often I'll blog, but we'll see.  Who knows?  I just might get addicted like I am with facebook.... uh oh.  I feel some sort of sinister foreboding a-brewing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143075476986942884-8618373634090893525?l=rissamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/feeds/8618373634090893525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-goodness-i-cant-believe-i-just-did.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/8618373634090893525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143075476986942884/posts/default/8618373634090893525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissamae.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-goodness-i-cant-believe-i-just-did.html' title='Oh, goodness, I can&apos;t believe I just did this!'/><author><name>Rissa Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15011552416298975707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZvGvdrnTTw/TLZs-kVS89I/AAAAAAAAADo/FfmAEN20vvU/S220/37261_756073370919_17812018_40658066_444785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
