<?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-1305501723630016082</id><updated>2012-02-13T13:29:31.904-08:00</updated><category term='summer'/><category term='Tara'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='work'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='sister'/><category term='utah'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>The Haps</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>274</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7565954243391628869</id><published>2012-02-07T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:07:34.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black History Month at the BYU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;these are some of my fellow cougars...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How&amp;nbsp;embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XGeMy-6hnr0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XGeMy-6hnr0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we attend a University?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;College students are so smart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I have to admit... I wouldn't have been much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"50 cents" - hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7565954243391628869?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7565954243391628869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7565954243391628869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7565954243391628869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7565954243391628869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2012/02/black-history-month-at-byu.html' title='Black History Month at the BYU'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-8436065740816659307</id><published>2012-02-05T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T10:19:05.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Engagements</title><content type='html'>On New Years Eve day we got our selves all pretty to take our&amp;nbsp;engagement&amp;nbsp;pictures. We planned on going to the Desert Botanical Gardens out by the Phoenix Zoo, but when we got there there was a sign on the fence saying it closed at 4. It was 4:05 when we pulled up... Soo we had to think of a backup plan all quick and just we went to some random park near the Zoo and used the entrance to the Zoo for a couple shots as well. We were more excited about taking our pictures at the botanical gardens... But the pictures ended up turning out great anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few of our many favorites... and by a few, I mean 16 :) I just can't help it... This fiance of mine is just so handsome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pN488rjYCg/Ty7GQ1I-D8I/AAAAAAAAA0c/xtH8jBASeSs/s1600/Eng+(9).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pN488rjYCg/Ty7GQ1I-D8I/AAAAAAAAA0c/xtH8jBASeSs/s640/Eng+(9).jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50lWfInUenE/Ty7ETCPAM5I/AAAAAAAAAys/AnhLGqaHyu8/s1600/Eng+(21).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50lWfInUenE/Ty7ETCPAM5I/AAAAAAAAAys/AnhLGqaHyu8/s640/Eng+(21).jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb6Lw7Tt04A/Ty7EV6uQV8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/V8tvlJjoP_8/s1600/Eng+(31).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb6Lw7Tt04A/Ty7EV6uQV8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/V8tvlJjoP_8/s640/Eng+(31).jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j05EtP7RflE/Ty7EYNpBw9I/AAAAAAAAAy8/3op4uNk2Esc/s1600/Eng+(55).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j05EtP7RflE/Ty7EYNpBw9I/AAAAAAAAAy8/3op4uNk2Esc/s640/Eng+(55).jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYzrm9mhyi0/Ty7EY-P3btI/AAAAAAAAAzE/GYddThKLFZE/s1600/Eng+(132)+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYzrm9mhyi0/Ty7EY-P3btI/AAAAAAAAAzE/GYddThKLFZE/s640/Eng+(132)+-+Copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73XlXsJT2yg/Ty7Eb492ZvI/AAAAAAAAAzM/WXT8Y1fFmfU/s1600/Eng+(139).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73XlXsJT2yg/Ty7Eb492ZvI/AAAAAAAAAzM/WXT8Y1fFmfU/s640/Eng+(139).jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done with the desert we headed out to Tempe Town Lake to grab some pictures with the sunset... These pictures turned out to be some of my most favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fchvCPXr6Jw/Ty7EdbtmvOI/AAAAAAAAAzU/7IahfvfDB90/s1600/Eng+(233)+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fchvCPXr6Jw/Ty7EdbtmvOI/AAAAAAAAAzU/7IahfvfDB90/s640/Eng+(233)+-+Copy.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCg4pQhzax0/Ty7Ef--4gMI/AAAAAAAAAzc/vmyxY6TT_3E/s1600/Eng+(276)+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCg4pQhzax0/Ty7Ef--4gMI/AAAAAAAAAzc/vmyxY6TT_3E/s640/Eng+(276)+-+Copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls6Xa8RVgrY/Ty7Eh8tUt_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/46fzt1aW6WM/s1600/Eng+(286)+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls6Xa8RVgrY/Ty7Eh8tUt_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/46fzt1aW6WM/s640/Eng+(286)+-+Copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vleBkMPDcdA/Ty7EkNyBZrI/AAAAAAAAAzs/aNcoZH5k5zU/s1600/Eng+(293)+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vleBkMPDcdA/Ty7EkNyBZrI/AAAAAAAAAzs/aNcoZH5k5zU/s640/Eng+(293)+-+Copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JHkQen4-B4/Ty7EnUcf1NI/AAAAAAAAAz0/onCRtnYKq88/s1600/Eng+(305)+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JHkQen4-B4/Ty7EnUcf1NI/AAAAAAAAAz0/onCRtnYKq88/s640/Eng+(305)+-+Copy.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7G6mvbpME_o/Ty7FR81SifI/AAAAAAAAA0M/gfemcr1EqtM/s1600/Eng+(315)+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7G6mvbpME_o/Ty7FR81SifI/AAAAAAAAA0M/gfemcr1EqtM/s640/Eng+(315)+-+Copy.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bzm20WAgZA/Ty7GuS_T08I/AAAAAAAAA0k/kv-rYUTutgE/s1600/Eng+(300)+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bzm20WAgZA/Ty7GuS_T08I/AAAAAAAAA0k/kv-rYUTutgE/s640/Eng+(300)+-+Copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQh0poA_gfc/Ty7Eog2uDWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/aauk6hwLdr4/s1600/Eng+(319)+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQh0poA_gfc/Ty7Eog2uDWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/aauk6hwLdr4/s640/Eng+(319)+-+Copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSgV9ad7flo/Ty7EqlLLaJI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qJGrfBF-TvE/s1600/Eng+(346).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSgV9ad7flo/Ty7EqlLLaJI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qJGrfBF-TvE/s640/Eng+(346).jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry-b42XMNyM/Ty7FUi-JQfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8baRheZRNzQ/s1600/Eng+(348)+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry-b42XMNyM/Ty7FUi-JQfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8baRheZRNzQ/s640/Eng+(348)+-+Copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my photographer Stacey Kay! She was awesome and seriously soo fun to work with! She does a fabulous job and I am basically obsessed with every single one of our pictures.&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;a href="http://www.staceykayphotography.com/"&gt;ttp://www.staceykayphotography.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;13 days, 0 hours, 47 minutes, and 45 seconds until oh, you know, 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/1305501723630016082-8436065740816659307?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/8436065740816659307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=8436065740816659307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8436065740816659307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8436065740816659307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2012/02/engagements.html' title='The Engagements'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pN488rjYCg/Ty7GQ1I-D8I/AAAAAAAAA0c/xtH8jBASeSs/s72-c/Eng+(9).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7321390967172815654</id><published>2012-02-02T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T08:45:35.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 days, 12 hours, 1 minute, and 27 seconds!</title><content type='html'>This blog does have a writer, promise. Said writer just happens to be planning a wedding, hanging out with her wonderful fiance, working, and going to school... In that order as well I believe. Finals didn't kill me... I know that's what you all were thinking since I hadn't posted since finals week. It almost killed Mr.-Smarty-Pants-Fiance-in-Law-School though... Apparently law school makes their finals really hard or something. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT only 15 days left until the big day!! I'm kinda reallllly excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, yes I did in fact change this little blog's title... again... The Haps.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It is derived from "Hey gurrrrl, what's the haps!" Quote from the lovely roommate, Lynzi.&lt;br /&gt;So The Haps it is... Until I feel like changing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there certainly have been a lot of "haps" since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;After finals I flew out to the beautiful Carribean to eat lots of good foods, order 5 desserts a night, relax on the beach and have a grand ol' time with the family. It was beautiful! I highly recommend cruises... especially in the Caribbean.. But I may be biased a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24xHRLn3rzA/TyuAAotx1rI/AAAAAAAAAxk/U1JNkY1U33c/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24xHRLn3rzA/TyuAAotx1rI/AAAAAAAAAxk/U1JNkY1U33c/s640/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I definitely missed Nate... and unfortunately there is no cell service in the Carribean. Weird. Which equals 8 days too many of zero communication between the two of us...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;I got back to the 85205 at Midnight on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was wonderful. A week long party on the cruise and then coming home to just enjoy the happiness of Christmas. We ran back and forth between our families houses... but hey, at least we got 2 chirstmas dinners... :) Oh the joys of having our families live 2 miles away from eachother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYXHYKEuKsg/TyuCV0U85LI/AAAAAAAAAxs/eE-mQ77PF5Q/s1600/Picnik+collage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="571" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYXHYKEuKsg/TyuCV0U85LI/AAAAAAAAAxs/eE-mQ77PF5Q/s640/Picnik+collage2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom sewed us all new stockings! She made one for Nate cause he is part of the family now :)&lt;br /&gt;And I got little Nate some BYU gear. Go Cougs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;I got Nate tickets to the Season opener of the Sun's game the day after Christmas! It was a great Christmas present if I say so myself :) Nate is a huge Sun's fan and basically worships Steve Nash. You think I'm kidding? Say something bad about good ol' Steve in front of Nate and he will proceed to tell you a hundred reasons why you are wrong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP6CfEN3fUg/TywO0eEJnlI/AAAAAAAAAyk/DBPs1qrmj_4/s1600/DSCN3470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP6CfEN3fUg/TywO0eEJnlI/AAAAAAAAAyk/DBPs1qrmj_4/s640/DSCN3470.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were like 3 rows back on the upper bowl....&lt;br /&gt;We sat next to two guys that had downs and the whole time they kept yelling at the other team and calling them names...&lt;br /&gt;Most of the names were animal names like.&lt;br /&gt;Haha "Badger!!1 Monkey!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I loved them :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Christmas Break&lt;br /&gt;Well, it came and went way too fast and was filled with wedding planning and more wedding planning.&lt;br /&gt;I was wedding planned out then and am BEYOND wedding planned out now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only getting married once. Weddings wear me out... &lt;i&gt;(and that would be the understatement of the century...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;Winter Semester 2012&lt;br /&gt;Well, here we are! I have been a super slacker on school work... it's kinda hard to balance being engaged, planning a wedding, working, volunteering (my major requires it each semester...), and balancing school work. But I'll make it! The wedding planning is almost done and Nate and I just want the wedding to be, oh, tomorrow. All these decisions on flowers, colors, guest book, bridesmaid dresses, alterations, food, cupcakes, etc. are getting old fast. But it's worth it! Right? Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;15 days everyone... 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention only 15 days until I am married to the most amazing man in the whole world??&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well it's 15 days and 11 hours now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7321390967172815654?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7321390967172815654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7321390967172815654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7321390967172815654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7321390967172815654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2012/02/15-days-12-hours-1-minute-and-27.html' title='15 days, 12 hours, 1 minute, and 27 seconds!'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24xHRLn3rzA/TyuAAotx1rI/AAAAAAAAAxk/U1JNkY1U33c/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-500882614697599489</id><published>2011-12-14T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:23:36.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>naptime</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGTpaj8-tII/TukuPwSuQ8I/AAAAAAAAAwo/kTy54joXV60/s1600/387498_2268337242741_1677870061_1823305_327705363_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGTpaj8-tII/TukuPwSuQ8I/AAAAAAAAAwo/kTy54joXV60/s640/387498_2268337242741_1677870061_1823305_327705363_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;seen on the 4th floor of the HBLL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looks like finals week is getting to that guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welp, finals week is half over at the Brigham Young University. It's about this time when crazy things start happening... I still remember sitting in the computer labs my first semester here and witnessing the girl next to me start shaking and then pass out on the keyboard. Yes, she legitimately passed out. It was kinda scary actually. According to the medical people it happens all the time during finals week though... so, don't worry :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I have successfully finished 3 finals!! Wa.hoo. I just came out of one where I got EXACTLY what I needed to keep my 94% (&lt;i&gt;BYU uses A minus's and I hate it.&lt;/i&gt;) I could miss 10 questions to keep my A, and you better believe I did just that! Such an amazing feeling. Want to know a not-so-amazing feeling?? I still have 2 finals left. One of them being STATS. And I gotta take them both tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looks like my time here is done blog. Aaaand back to studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over&amp;amp;Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-500882614697599489?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/500882614697599489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=500882614697599489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/500882614697599489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/500882614697599489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/12/seen-on-4th-floor-of-hbll.html' title='naptime'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGTpaj8-tII/TukuPwSuQ8I/AAAAAAAAAwo/kTy54joXV60/s72-c/387498_2268337242741_1677870061_1823305_327705363_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-540683464466157321</id><published>2011-12-12T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:44:13.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finalsshhminals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just successfully used all the ink out of a pen... I'm fairly confident that this is the first time this has ever happened to me. Wa.hoo. Oh I sure do love finals! So what do I do? Take a break from my&amp;nbsp;note cards&amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;blog instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a wonderful solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But remember that one time last week I stayed up until 6 in the a.m. working on a group project?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then woke up 1 hour and 10 minutes later to go to class??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeahhh. Me neither.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how I am still alive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Probably because I got 11.5 hours of sleep the next night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember that other time that me and Nate went to Salt Lake 3 times 2 weeks ago?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;b&gt;The Pie*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Temple Lights*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*3rd row seats to BYU basketball games&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(go cougs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Pat's BBQ&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i style="font-size: small;"&gt;(as seen on Diners Drive-ins and Dives. Oh yes.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Christmas Devotionals*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sadly we only got pictures at the&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;devotional.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PH7_p3oLKx4/TuZKViS09fI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_P7bnTZukVM/s1600/DSCN2905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PH7_p3oLKx4/TuZKViS09fI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_P7bnTZukVM/s640/DSCN2905.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Which was wonderful p.s.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-e31NmMJNU/TuZH-mlEHkI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/HI_WgkygE-0/s1600/DSCN2904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-e31NmMJNU/TuZH-mlEHkI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/HI_WgkygE-0/s640/DSCN2904.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2CqzLe3bQc/TuZIG0wbyfI/AAAAAAAAAwY/91noxXsgZZE/s1600/DSCN2907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2CqzLe3bQc/TuZIG0wbyfI/AAAAAAAAAwY/91noxXsgZZE/s640/DSCN2907.JPG" width="473" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, We are just the most good-looking people out there. It's a real thing :) I had to restrain myself from posting everyyy picture we took. So I just put half of them! I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good thing 2 weeks ago was so great, because these past two weeks have been&amp;nbsp;consumed&amp;nbsp;by finals and um, studying for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT come friday I am off to the &lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Pirates of the&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caribbean&amp;nbsp;to spend a week cruising around with my lovely family.&lt;br /&gt;Some sunshine and warmth will be much appreciated after this week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, study break over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Finals Week everyone!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-540683464466157321?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/540683464466157321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=540683464466157321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/540683464466157321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/540683464466157321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/12/finalsshhminals.html' title='finalsshhminals'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PH7_p3oLKx4/TuZKViS09fI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_P7bnTZukVM/s72-c/DSCN2905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7184621837152195266</id><published>2011-11-30T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:40:01.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Classy</title><content type='html'>There is nothing classier than eating Mac&amp;amp;Cheese out of the pan with the same wooden spoon you&amp;nbsp;mixed&amp;nbsp;it with... Now picture me, in an&amp;nbsp;over-sized&amp;nbsp;sweatshirt,&amp;nbsp;leggings, sprawled out on our couch doing just that. Yep. My life is great I swear... But I just needed to bake some gooey butter cake and fill my famished stomach with some ultra high class (but filling) Mac&amp;amp;Cheese. Who needs retail therapy when you food therapy is 10x more effective :)&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to take my mind of finals and wedding planning for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just say wedding planning??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yep. Sure did. You see my dear blog readers... the reason why I have neglected this blog is because of this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qefg5c5EO2s/TtatoH4k8mI/AAAAAAAAAwI/pygSHe2ExJE/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qefg5c5EO2s/TtatoH4k8mI/AAAAAAAAAwI/pygSHe2ExJE/s640/IMG_0201.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep. We dated. And yep, we are engaged!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just didnt feel like posting about our dating-ship on this blog because yeah... I didn't feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And probably mostly because if I'm not at work or school, I am with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who is this "him" I am referring to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The one and only Nathan Anderson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sooo excuse me for blogging significantly less for the past oh, 6 months :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe someday I will write down our story of how we dated, why we dated, when we dated... blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha but for now I will give you the very condensed version of how he proposed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday, November 19th we went horseback riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a beautiful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and BAM Nate proposed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was&amp;nbsp;shocked... and had no idea it was coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I had an idea. But I&amp;nbsp;thought&amp;nbsp;it would be coming in like the middle of&amp;nbsp;December-ish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...little did I know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6G_Gvu13Rc/TtatiWBEqbI/AAAAAAAAAvg/BL6AAXBamYo/s1600/DSCN2894+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6G_Gvu13Rc/TtatiWBEqbI/AAAAAAAAAvg/BL6AAXBamYo/s640/DSCN2894+-+Copy.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtzn859b-rU/TtatkO5qeDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/8xwgEQyISUc/s1600/DSCN2897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtzn859b-rU/TtatkO5qeDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/8xwgEQyISUc/s400/DSCN2897.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6-QM7nMyjU/TtatmgWi0HI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ETP3FA8RN64/s1600/IMG_0200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6-QM7nMyjU/TtatmgWi0HI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ETP3FA8RN64/s640/IMG_0200.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So yep! There ya have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm engaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting married on Feb 18th 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and I couldn't be happier :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Once finals are over and I am home from the cruise I will update more... I almost said I promise i'll update more, but I can't promise that... I hope finals aren't to crazy for everyone else!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7184621837152195266?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7184621837152195266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7184621837152195266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7184621837152195266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7184621837152195266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/11/there-is-nothing-classier-than-eating.html' title='Stay Classy'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qefg5c5EO2s/TtatoH4k8mI/AAAAAAAAAwI/pygSHe2ExJE/s72-c/IMG_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-8896403598138265072</id><published>2011-11-01T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:51:18.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZJhfP50bxE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZJhfP50bxE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="480" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch this. Now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So great :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps... yes I still exsist... Just let me make it through this week, kay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-8896403598138265072?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/8896403598138265072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=8896403598138265072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8896403598138265072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8896403598138265072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/11/amazing.html' title='Amazing...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7234824679074430006</id><published>2011-10-11T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:37:29.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's talk about how it's already October... Okay, it's already October!! It's basically Christmas already... But up here in Provo life is splendid. I realize that I have a plethora of pictures that I need to post but I am have been lacking the motivation to do so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, so here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xOOxiZlYYs/TpR1YlKmtWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/npWP8pGjuSg/s1600/298112_2276310300893_1042794527_32627743_1512211804_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xOOxiZlYYs/TpR1YlKmtWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/npWP8pGjuSg/s320/298112_2276310300893_1042794527_32627743_1512211804_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made these probably 2 months ago... But I still can't stop thinking about them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is a special something about mini-cupcakes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, so this fall I have been up to lots of fun adventures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like, going to a super awesome cabin for the weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCt9Nvql1HQ/TpR1XohU1VI/AAAAAAAAArw/J0r67UmTSOg/s1600/293370_2276326101288_1042794527_32627793_1104501766_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCt9Nvql1HQ/TpR1XohU1VI/AAAAAAAAArw/J0r67UmTSOg/s400/293370_2276326101288_1042794527_32627793_1104501766_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c20_H5ezVq0/TpR1ZWaDPqI/AAAAAAAAAsA/47GZnEOfIvI/s1600/302666_10150809870690032_785120031_20767609_1806466935_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c20_H5ezVq0/TpR1ZWaDPqI/AAAAAAAAAsA/47GZnEOfIvI/s400/302666_10150809870690032_785120031_20767609_1806466935_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjlpXtsT1OY/TpR1aLQZuYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/IJfhjbFEVTc/s1600/308733_2276323501223_1042794527_32627786_146044150_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjlpXtsT1OY/TpR1aLQZuYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/IJfhjbFEVTc/s400/308733_2276323501223_1042794527_32627786_146044150_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was verrry social and read Calvin and Hobbes for an hour before falling asleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;That's my kinda Friday night :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RX2MlS6BhUg/TpR1bDGG1cI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/q-Ru3Ol9z9s/s1600/318753_2276327061312_1042794527_32627795_1456861923_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RX2MlS6BhUg/TpR1bDGG1cI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/q-Ru3Ol9z9s/s640/318753_2276327061312_1042794527_32627795_1456861923_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love these Girls&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aand I went to the Provo temple for the first time with Val before we went back to AZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWLJB5aGhkU/TpR1feRAQrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/1WvbTNg6Dnc/s1600/329949_10150803046720704_817440703_20710242_547119491_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWLJB5aGhkU/TpR1feRAQrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/1WvbTNg6Dnc/s640/329949_10150803046720704_817440703_20710242_547119491_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Nate biked up to Bridal Veil Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, Arizona needs to get on the Waterfall bandwagon. Because they are incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spySLNczr54/TpR1zQzTsYI/AAAAAAAAAsg/G6lzyYNMsD8/s1600/DSCN2536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spySLNczr54/TpR1zQzTsYI/AAAAAAAAAsg/G6lzyYNMsD8/s400/DSCN2536.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love me some football games and that Cougar roar of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWkaYK1phmo/TpR2GdlaEEI/AAAAAAAAAso/RECAyxM5wSE/s1600/DSCN2632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWkaYK1phmo/TpR2GdlaEEI/AAAAAAAAAso/RECAyxM5wSE/s400/DSCN2632.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family came up for conference and we got to sit 9 rows back for the Saturday Afternoon session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved watching&amp;nbsp;President&amp;nbsp;Monson sleep :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDuwZ00Rw4s/TpR2Qn7C9pI/AAAAAAAAAsw/E3bYQkboH-k/s1600/DSCN2636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDuwZ00Rw4s/TpR2Qn7C9pI/AAAAAAAAAsw/E3bYQkboH-k/s640/DSCN2636.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was sure good to see this girl... Even if it was for only a day and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5E0swfQQnLE/TpR2awLBqPI/AAAAAAAAAs4/350hAHRvG7o/s1600/DSCN2638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5E0swfQQnLE/TpR2awLBqPI/AAAAAAAAAs4/350hAHRvG7o/s640/DSCN2638.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And lastly.. I spent all day one saturday volunteering/participating in a 5k obstacle course run thing. It was actually quite fun, But I never ever want to see a little white flag ever again. I had to bend down and pick up every flag that was marking the 3 mile trail. There were wayyy too many of those white flags for my liking :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A5UB90epuK4/TpR5N2coxqI/AAAAAAAAAtA/IdG9u-aBbHI/s1600/DSCN2596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A5UB90epuK4/TpR5N2coxqI/AAAAAAAAAtA/IdG9u-aBbHI/s640/DSCN2596.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUhOihyp2a0/TpR5gNJ725I/AAAAAAAAAtI/PaMwsq3lQbw/s1600/DSCN2618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUhOihyp2a0/TpR5gNJ725I/AAAAAAAAAtI/PaMwsq3lQbw/s640/DSCN2618.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Provo is treating me well I suppose... School is good, work is good, life is good. Although I am definitely not ready for this thing called winter that is coming... I'll be living off of soup and comfort food. What is comfort food you ask? Well that usually changes day to day. Last week it was Ramen and Cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;I eat great. I know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7234824679074430006?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7234824679074430006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7234824679074430006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7234824679074430006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7234824679074430006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/10/lets-talk-about-how-its-already-october.html' title='hello world'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xOOxiZlYYs/TpR1YlKmtWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/npWP8pGjuSg/s72-c/298112_2276310300893_1042794527_32627743_1512211804_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-710949645122910586</id><published>2011-10-04T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:28:03.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the circle of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So here at BYU you tend to hear the same quotes, by some of the same great people all the time. One of them being by Karl G. Maeser about his word of honor... and for all of you who don't know what I am talking about, it really is a great quote and they have it posted all up over the testing center and the Library to inspire us failing college students not to cheat. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;“I have been asked what I mean by ‘word of honor.’ I will tell you. Place me behind prison walls–walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground–there is a possibility that in some way or another I may escape; but stand me on the floor and draw a chalk line around me and have me give my&lt;b&gt; word of honor&lt;/b&gt; never to cross it. Can I get out of the circle? No. Never! I’d die first!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Karl G. Maeser knew what it meant to stand by your honor.&amp;nbsp; Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XXP1U73sSEY/ToupuZkizTI/AAAAAAAAArk/zZR20MGC_Rw/s1600/Maeser5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XXP1U73sSEY/ToupuZkizTI/AAAAAAAAArk/zZR20MGC_Rw/s640/Maeser5.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Classic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Anyway, I came&amp;nbsp;across&amp;nbsp;this picture that someone out there in the internet world posted on the facebook and I sure did get a good laugh out of it. So I downloaded it, added a little&amp;nbsp;Photoshop&amp;nbsp;fun to it, and voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Enjoy your Tuesday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-710949645122910586?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/710949645122910586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=710949645122910586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/710949645122910586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/710949645122910586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-here-at-byu-you-tend-to-hear-same.html' title='the circle of life'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XXP1U73sSEY/ToupuZkizTI/AAAAAAAAArk/zZR20MGC_Rw/s72-c/Maeser5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-2241046310988633085</id><published>2011-09-29T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:50:43.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just started humming It's a Small World &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it isn't even annoying me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's probably annoying mr. coworker over here, but I don't really care all that much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i think i need to go to disneyland....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sT4j8RlHyU/ToTn5dNtoyI/AAAAAAAAArM/pyXsf0o9PLU/s1600/aclaock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sT4j8RlHyU/ToTn5dNtoyI/AAAAAAAAArM/pyXsf0o9PLU/s400/aclaock.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1305501723630016082-2241046310988633085?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/2241046310988633085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=2241046310988633085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2241046310988633085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2241046310988633085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/09/dl.html' title='DL'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sT4j8RlHyU/ToTn5dNtoyI/AAAAAAAAArM/pyXsf0o9PLU/s72-c/aclaock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-6124846662543941941</id><published>2011-09-28T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:23:57.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm currently&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;an essay/paper thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I am almost done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good thing it's due at 9:30 in the a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started it tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some say I procrastinated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may or may not have pracrastinated... and I may or may not be right now!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But really I just want to think about anything and everything&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;besides&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;school and leisure theories right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause you guys,&lt;i&gt; life is so good :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfbEwzA3uIM/ToQOO1UBaEI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9tZMRHL3Sh4/s1600/12-2008finding_joy_in_the_journey_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfbEwzA3uIM/ToQOO1UBaEI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9tZMRHL3Sh4/s400/12-2008finding_joy_in_the_journey_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1305501723630016082-6124846662543941941?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/6124846662543941941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=6124846662543941941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6124846662543941941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6124846662543941941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-currently-essaypaper-thing.html' title='flow'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfbEwzA3uIM/ToQOO1UBaEI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9tZMRHL3Sh4/s72-c/12-2008finding_joy_in_the_journey_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-2299437932854429409</id><published>2011-09-28T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:17:11.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T-MINUS 3 DAYS UNTIL GENERAL CONFERENCE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and do you know what that means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... I get to see this crazy girl :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjBxyn-RdPU/ToMxt14yghI/AAAAAAAAAqg/56RYFeS_7Gk/s1600/n683604438_1091346_2127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjBxyn-RdPU/ToMxt14yghI/AAAAAAAAAqg/56RYFeS_7Gk/s400/n683604438_1091346_2127.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;She may or may not be my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nw11xIU4FaE/ToMxLN0UEoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/EQcqVfWgUuE/s1600/n683604438_2445841_4505087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nw11xIU4FaE/ToMxLN0UEoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/EQcqVfWgUuE/s400/n683604438_2445841_4505087.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1aH3P77gxB0/ToMxa2pdfvI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D-vBncX8cl4/s1600/167675_10150175412068902_568653901_8566100_2352606_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1aH3P77gxB0/ToMxa2pdfvI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D-vBncX8cl4/s400/167675_10150175412068902_568653901_8566100_2352606_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I may or may not miss her a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, I definitely miss her a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&amp;nbsp;Also,&amp;nbsp; most of these fantastic people are coming up as well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eo3yZSQV980/ToM5-7iol5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/8fXcYfZzLQc/s1600/262797_10150407602203902_568653901_10509157_3567440_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eo3yZSQV980/ToM5-7iol5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/8fXcYfZzLQc/s400/262797_10150407602203902_568653901_10509157_3567440_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I sure do love General Conference... and that it brings my family up to see me :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1305501723630016082-2299437932854429409?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/2299437932854429409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=2299437932854429409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2299437932854429409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2299437932854429409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/09/these-guys.html' title='these guys'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjBxyn-RdPU/ToMxt14yghI/AAAAAAAAAqg/56RYFeS_7Gk/s72-c/n683604438_1091346_2127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7088123309485210724</id><published>2011-09-26T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T07:18:52.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forget me not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DM7Z4JiWxKk/ToClnnbzxHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/5XbmXEw0gWk/s1600/237232700_OvfIlVor_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DM7Z4JiWxKk/ToClnnbzxHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/5XbmXEw0gWk/s400/237232700_OvfIlVor_c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Because I was stuck in Ogden until about 7:30 in the night, I missed the Relief Society broadcast. Good thing I love technology and technology loves me and I can read it online while I am sitting here at my 3 hour shift at work this morning. Anyway, I loved it. I especially loved President Uchtdorf's talk. That guy is great. Anyway he used the forget-me-not flower as a metaphor for his remarks, President Uchtdorf talked about that although the flower is small in size, and easily unnoticed among larger flowers, it is still beautiful and vibrant. Ha, I feel like the in the Relief Society broadcast they are always talking about how awesome the women are and how we are so strong and beautiful and amazing and just oh so great. But in the Priesthood session they always slam on the guys how they need to respect their priesthood, respect women, avoid sin, and the classic, get married. Don't get me wrong, I agree with all of those things. I just kind it a little bit funny... Although I secretly love it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway here's a little outline and some quotes I loved from President Uchtdorf 's talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The gist of it was that he told us women 5 things that we should not forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First: Forget not to be patient with yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“God wants to help us eventually turn all of our weaknesses into strengths, but He knows that this is a long-term goal,”&lt;br /&gt;“It is OK that you are not quite there yet. Keep working on it but stop punishing yourself. “&lt;br /&gt;“Dear sisters, many of you are endlessly compassionate and patient with the weaknesses of others... Please remember also to be compassionate and patient with yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second: Forget not the difference between a good sacrifice and a foolish sacrifice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He defined an acceptable sacrifice as giving up “something good for something of far greater worth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third: Forget not to be happy now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the example he used from Charlie and the Chocolate &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Factory! Riiight up my ally &lt;br /&gt;“In their anxiousness, people began to forget the simple joy they used to find in a candy bar. The candy bar itself becomes an utter disappointment if it does not contain a golden ticket,” &lt;br /&gt;“The lesson here is that if we spend our days waiting for fabulous roses, we could miss the beauty and wonder of the tiny forget-me-nots that are all around us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that. Don't get caught up in looking for the Golden Ticket and forget to enjoy the chocolate we have right there in our hands :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fourth: Forget not the “why” of the gospel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminded us that the gospel is not an obligation, but a pathway leading to happiness and peace in this life and “glory and inexpressible fulfillment” in the life to come.&lt;br /&gt;I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fifth: Forget not that the Lord loves you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the classic quote that brought us all to the forget-me-not's&lt;br /&gt;“You may at times feel a little like the forget-me-not—insignificant, small, or tiny in comparison with others, I hope it will be a symbol of the little things that make your lives joyful and sweet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Man, I cannot &lt;i&gt;wait&lt;/i&gt; for conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7088123309485210724?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7088123309485210724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7088123309485210724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7088123309485210724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7088123309485210724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/09/forget-me-not.html' title='forget me not'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DM7Z4JiWxKk/ToClnnbzxHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/5XbmXEw0gWk/s72-c/237232700_OvfIlVor_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4624325947977676074</id><published>2011-09-19T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T13:30:33.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my birthday...</title><content type='html'>yep. It's here!! I'm 20 and my golden year is over... I'm leaving my teenage years behind me. I can't decide if I am happy about that or not, but I think it is a good thing. I can no longer be classified as a teenager! &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;. But that means I need be mature and people might actually start taking me seriously. I am not allowed to be annoying, fail tests, or not be responsible and blame it on my teenager-dom... I'll have to find some other super legitimate reason for coming up short in life :) But being super responsible and smart and amazing just automatically happens once you turn 20... &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;?! That's what I hear at least! Ohh welll.... I think the perks of being 20 will far outweigh any perks of being a teenager. Wait, what am I saying, are there &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; perks of being a teenager??! Probably not. But I am still getting a little nostalgic thinking about how fast I am growing up... These years need to slow down a little so that I can enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I say ciao to my teenage years. To the years of sneaking into the Stapley pool and playing hide&amp;amp;go seek in WalMart. To the years of running around the halls of my Junior High School in silly outfits and joining a million little clubs in High School just so I get out of class more. Here's to food fights and detention. To high school dances and all day track invitationals. Here's to night games, best friends, drama, and crushes. Well, it looks like not much has actually changed, but my teenage years were definitely the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...man, those were the days...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl4uYt3Y7GU/TndgDvWkPmI/AAAAAAAAAn0/00LNtE2BWvI/s1600/181673194_KHAutWRe_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl4uYt3Y7GU/TndgDvWkPmI/AAAAAAAAAn0/00LNtE2BWvI/s640/181673194_KHAutWRe_c.jpg" width="441" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://themcclenahans.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-year-old-in-flash-party-details.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to my 20's! Let's start off these next 10 years with a bang, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yeah&lt;/b&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;Tucano's here I come :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-4624325947977676074?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4624325947977676074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4624325947977676074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4624325947977676074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4624325947977676074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-my-birthday.html' title='it&apos;s my birthday...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl4uYt3Y7GU/TndgDvWkPmI/AAAAAAAAAn0/00LNtE2BWvI/s72-c/181673194_KHAutWRe_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4541100687420065388</id><published>2011-09-14T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T08:02:48.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.240739202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://img2.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.240739202.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm soo tired. But that doesn't stop me from being happy!! Life is so good :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't want it to snow. Ever. I love walking around with green trees everywhere and pretty flowers all over campus. I'ma miss that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack Bauer has stolen my heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Birthday is on Monday! Holller back :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it's 7 in the a.m. and all the food places in the WILK are closed and the Custodial people are still cleaning all the buidlings, it is DEFINITELY too early for the labs to be open... and me to be working in them...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss my sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;... and the rest of my family too :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I want to do is make breaded chicken.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really tired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blogging doesn't make sense sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone bring me some chapstick, please?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;why can't sleep have rollover minutes?&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I should make cupcakes when I get home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BwW3GQCi-iw/TnDAi14khNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/C_T68nadHPY/s1600/hrlxy10512.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BwW3GQCi-iw/TnDAi14khNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/C_T68nadHPY/s640/hrlxy10512.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZX3sEvWqwU/TnDAdiL4JqI/AAAAAAAAAns/DMNXdRH4Zsg/s1600/hrlxy10512.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZX3sEvWqwU/TnDAdiL4JqI/AAAAAAAAAns/DMNXdRH4Zsg/s1600/hrlxy10512.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-4541100687420065388?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4541100687420065388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4541100687420065388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4541100687420065388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4541100687420065388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/09/misc.html' title='Misc.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BwW3GQCi-iw/TnDAi14khNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/C_T68nadHPY/s72-c/hrlxy10512.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-747429949772518882</id><published>2011-09-08T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:40:42.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy joy joy!!</title><content type='html'>You guys would not believe this. Okay maybe you might... But if you know me, you are aware that I&lt;b&gt; love&lt;/b&gt; food. It's a disease I'm sure. I droll over food blogs daily and get more excited about perfectly baked cupcakes than getting an A on a test. It's probably getting a little out of hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I brewed up these little pretties a week ago, and they are legitimately all I have thought about ever since. Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strawberry Cheesecake Cupcakes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps. disclaimer - this is not a food blog. so don't&amp;nbsp;except&amp;nbsp;it to be as supergreatawesome as a lot of those blogs out there.... discaimer #2 - all of these pictures were taken on my extremely (&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;) high-tech phone. I forgot my camera. Don't hate me. Disclainer #3 - I am not a food photographer nor a food decorator. So these may look like a 3rd grader took them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now that that's outta the way.... picture time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is the happiest moment of all baking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening up the oven and seeing them baking perfectly!!! I squeal like a little kid walking in the gates of Disneyland for the first time when I saw these little guys growing up all amazingly :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Good thing I went to Nate's and made them, because my oven at The Colony is a big o' piece of junk. And can barely bake potatoes without screwing them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDosV4_eZg4/TmlDVcC_0YI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TpYDCzOWt8w/s1600/Photo0238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDosV4_eZg4/TmlDVcC_0YI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TpYDCzOWt8w/s640/Photo0238.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Oh. My. Amazing.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cHaO6dI5hTU/TmlDWbnKutI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yF0jDe2HGxw/s1600/Photo0239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cHaO6dI5hTU/TmlDWbnKutI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yF0jDe2HGxw/s400/Photo0239.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha.... Oookay... So putting up the pink&amp;nbsp;towel&amp;nbsp;to make these cuppycakes look even more divene was definitely Nate's idea... don't judge :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRgvhGXOmRk/TmlDZmkpcsI/AAAAAAAAAng/W-7VqPjWM-M/s1600/Photo0241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRgvhGXOmRk/TmlDZmkpcsI/AAAAAAAAAng/W-7VqPjWM-M/s640/Photo0241.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are incredible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, that graham cracker crust... the cream cheese frosting... I die. So much tasty in one cupcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7qd-WDzRo4/TmlDbiRohdI/AAAAAAAAAno/vjd8j05dYIU/s1600/Photo0244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7qd-WDzRo4/TmlDbiRohdI/AAAAAAAAAno/vjd8j05dYIU/s640/Photo0244.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now that that is over go out and make them! I promise you, they will change your life. Or woo that man you are trying to win over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Sunday the roommates and I made these one Sunday but the mini version!! I personally like the mini-cupcakes better... much&amp;nbsp;easier&amp;nbsp;to eat, and perfect&amp;nbsp;proportion&amp;nbsp;in every bite. Oh, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here is the blog that I got the recipe from. This girl is awesome. Take a look at some other things she has made, you will die and go to food heaven...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.the-girl-who-ate-everything.com/2011/07/strawberry-cheesecake-cupcakes.html"&gt;http://www.the-girl-who-ate-everything.com/2011/07/strawberry-cheesecake-cupcakes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-747429949772518882?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/747429949772518882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=747429949772518882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/747429949772518882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/747429949772518882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='happy happy joy joy!!'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDosV4_eZg4/TmlDVcC_0YI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TpYDCzOWt8w/s72-c/Photo0238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-5135668392360986869</id><published>2011-09-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T08:43:09.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Man</title><content type='html'>So I have many fun things to blog about coming reaaaal soon... but for now I am blogging about my incredible father! Today is his 50th birthday. 50!! My dad has lived 50 years of amazing life. Honestly I have never met a human being who does not completely love and respect my dad... and well and animals too. We all know dad is our dog KC's favorite :) But I honestly don't know how he does it! He was an incredible bishop to the ward and patriarch to our family. He always knows exactly what to say to help me get through stressful times and is the most amazing example to me. I honestly could go on and on about my love for my dad... But I won't :) My dad is an incredible man and it is crazy to think that he has lived for half a century... 50. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhQeie4jvxI/TmD5O6Lgd1I/AAAAAAAAAnI/P-m8cMsGscQ/s1600/DSC00591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhQeie4jvxI/TmD5O6Lgd1I/AAAAAAAAAnI/P-m8cMsGscQ/s640/DSC00591.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya Dad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-5135668392360986869?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/5135668392360986869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=5135668392360986869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5135668392360986869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5135668392360986869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/09/old-man.html' title='The Old Man'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhQeie4jvxI/TmD5O6Lgd1I/AAAAAAAAAnI/P-m8cMsGscQ/s72-c/DSC00591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1888004631803786099</id><published>2011-08-31T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:50:11.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>early bird</title><content type='html'>these 7 am Wednesday shifts are going to be the death of me... seriously. I don't even know how I am going to make it through them week after week! Somehow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, good news! The semester has started!! My schedule has already changed like, oh 17 times, but that's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the first day of classes though... I always sit there, listen to the professor read off the syllabus and then I&amp;nbsp;get all excited and think to myself, "&lt;i&gt;Oh boy I am going to read everything this semester and stay on top of things and be such a responsible student!!&lt;/i&gt;" But we all know that the excitement will wear off... and who am I kidding! I'll read, and i'll stay on top of things... But I won't be excited about it :) I mean, it's only the second day of classes and I am already figuring out what assignments I will and won't have to do... the longest procrastination time possible... how much breakfast I need to eat to last me until 6:30 pm... and that if I wake up at 6:09 I will have 2 minutes to spare to be on campus by 6:50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love college!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1888004631803786099?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1888004631803786099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1888004631803786099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1888004631803786099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1888004631803786099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/08/early-bird.html' title='early bird'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-9017042992236465992</id><published>2011-08-27T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T10:38:33.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have this problem...</title><content type='html'>So here's the deal. once I get up to provo/college/myownapartment... My eating schedule and habits go down the drain. No joke. I don't know what it is, but I just can't do normal eating. Or I can.. I just don't. Hmm, weird.&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday:&lt;/b&gt; I woke up. Drank some juice. Mowed gpa's lawn. hurried and packed everything up. Moved in. Ate In-n-Out at 2.... ate 3 Mini Snickers at like 11 pm. Went to bed at Midnight. Whoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/b&gt; Woke up around 10, ate a sandwich and salad from Zupas (&lt;i&gt;um, &lt;b&gt;YUM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) with Kelc and Chels from home. Ate 4 churros at like 9:30. (&lt;i&gt;hey, they were free... alright?!&lt;/i&gt;) Got to bed around 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and much more. But what happens is that I usually only eat 1, maybe 2, meals a day. And eat like crap. Somehow I live off of one meal and 10,000 pounds of sugar. Honestly I don't know how I ate 4 churros last night, but it happened! And it felt oh soo goood... or maybe that was the FREE factor kicking in. Regardless, I ate like 12 dollars worth of churros. Oh baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's to college. It's starting on Monday and I think I need like 1 more week of nothingness. I would love that :) But Monday is coming and I get to be a responsible person. Yay college. YML. ha. Okay the end. End! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;End Rachel, no one likes to read a rambling blogger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope all you other college students don't die from your weird eating habbits like I probably will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-9017042992236465992?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/9017042992236465992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=9017042992236465992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/9017042992236465992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/9017042992236465992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-this-problem.html' title='I have this problem...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-5300008854407506230</id><published>2011-08-26T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:29:18.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;man I am bad. so bad at blogging. so bad that yesterday I got a text message from my seestar saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I have checked your blog 3 times today hoping for a new post. do not disappoint"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or something along those lines...So I must blog.&lt;b&gt; If only for my sister :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But its been too long. So I need to do a major majorr catch up. Its gonna be fun. Real fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay where did I leave off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This summer was reaaal good to me. After lake powell and the family reunion I did a lot of hanging out with Tara and the occasional horse back ride with Nate :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd1L61nPEOQ/TlfkVdWohiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/R_DMGnCXuRE/s1600/DSCN2525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd1L61nPEOQ/TlfkVdWohiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/R_DMGnCXuRE/s640/DSCN2525.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VsLoVUAFt2Y/TlfkWrVj3-I/AAAAAAAAAnA/Dm2hAOjS2u8/s1600/DSCN2526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VsLoVUAFt2Y/TlfkWrVj3-I/AAAAAAAAAnA/Dm2hAOjS2u8/s640/DSCN2526.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me and Nate went on a double date with Tara and Josh. They were oh so excited to go horse back riding even though it was just in the little arena, they loved it!! Seriously I have never seen two happier people. So that was super fun. Great company, great times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the summer ended and here I am. Up in Provo. All moved in and loving life and my new roommates. I can tell this year is gonna be good to me :) Real good! But looking at my schedule I am scared. and nervous. I have work at like 7 in the a.m. twice a week!! Holy moley. I am going to have to grow up and be a responsible person... But 7 a.m??? Gross. Not excited for that at ALL. At all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But oh well. I know this actually wasnt the hugest catchup of all time... but I dont really feel like telling you all every single detail of my life... hmm weird? Nah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here we are. Starting a new year at the BYU. And i am pretty dang excited!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I just need to buy my books... ugh... 330 dollars out the drain...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/1305501723630016082-5300008854407506230?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/5300008854407506230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=5300008854407506230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5300008854407506230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5300008854407506230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/08/ketchup.html' title='Ketchup'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd1L61nPEOQ/TlfkVdWohiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/R_DMGnCXuRE/s72-c/DSCN2525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-3841083958612557771</id><published>2011-08-15T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:32:01.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I know, I have been a terrible blogger... Shame on me. But not because I don't have anything to blog about, thats for sure!! I still need to blog about how amazing lake powell was, the beautiful mountains in southern Utah, Horseback riding in Payson,&amp;nbsp;my obsession with Masterchef, &amp;nbsp;how much I love my sister... You know, pretty much my super awesome life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... if I am ever dropping off the face of the blogging world (&lt;em&gt;like right&amp;nbsp;now&lt;/em&gt;) then don't fret. It's not because my life is incredibly boring. It's most likely because I am having the time of my life :) Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will shortly be in provo... aka, FRIDAY... and then I will have a whole stinking week of no class to update all 50 of my lovely readers on this super great life I have, because these next&amp;nbsp;2 days I am going to be busy. So extremely busy. But the good kind of busy, so it's all gouda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps... aren't we all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_locl5wOYPM1qzx2p7o1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thermopolis... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-3841083958612557771?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/3841083958612557771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=3841083958612557771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3841083958612557771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3841083958612557771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/08/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7701838757786606908</id><published>2011-08-08T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T13:36:41.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently I reside in Mesa Az, In 2 weeks I will be moving to back Provo, Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, I love it here... Love everyone here... Love my family... But Provo is &lt;em&gt;calling &lt;/em&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need change of pace. I crave my super busy, super crammed scedule. I love being surrounded by 20-25 year olds. Its like one big party. One big party full of lots of trips to the library and the testing center. Hurrah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I am stoked. To go party at the Colony with Lynz. To&amp;nbsp;have irregular eating patters like starving during the day and over eating at night. To stay up late and wake up early. To make&amp;nbsp;new friends and learn some&amp;nbsp;new stuffs about life :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's gonna be great!! Big room or no big room :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, I plan on doing a whole lotta this in provo.﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8fkxbRp3Q1qzr04eo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;PS. This weekend was great as always... but wasnt long enough! Shocker. I think I could spend every night watching food network with Tara. Best Friday night ever. But now it's monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That dreaded monday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7701838757786606908?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7701838757786606908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7701838757786606908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7701838757786606908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7701838757786606908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/08/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-8566945603371493675</id><published>2011-08-02T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T12:41:08.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>backstreet's back {alright!}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so the Backstreet Boys are definitely not back... But I am! Back from a lovely vacation to Lake Powell and the Stratton Family reunion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that is not the moral of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moral of this post is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See this cuppycake?! Yes I know, crappy quality. It was taken from my phone that is most definitely not smart and edited on picnik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i'm okay with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5BAI147-mOo/TjhMszLkldI/AAAAAAAAAmA/C2Q62KeUYLg/s1600/Photo0230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5BAI147-mOo/TjhMszLkldI/AAAAAAAAAmA/C2Q62KeUYLg/s400/Photo0230.jpg" t$="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway... So today one of my most favorite coworkers brings this over to me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She just stopped by this amazing cupcake shop called,&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.mindoverbatter.net/"&gt;Mind Over Batter&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;aka better than Sprinkles&lt;/em&gt;) and decided to get all 5 of us girls in the Tax Department a cupcake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, she is fantastic, I know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I'd let you know I enjoyed it thouroghly. Which I was nervous about because I have been sick lately... I know... weird. And last night the weirdest thing happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone gave a a fresh outta the oven, homemade, delivous smelling and looing brownie smothered with some vanila bean ice cream... aka one of the best desserts EVER aaand i couldn't even stomach it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;are you even kidding me?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the story: So I take one, and excited to devour it although my stomach feels a little weird, my throat hurts, and head is tired...&amp;nbsp;and I just... dont feel great. But its a brownie and ice cream! There is no resisting that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So&amp;nbsp;I took one bite and immedately felt nasueaous. From a stinking brownie and ice cream. Someone tell me what is wrong with me?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ha, It was at this point when I was really really reallllllly &lt;strong&gt;sick &lt;/strong&gt;of being sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I ate half of it... only half! I know. Sad. And I wanted to finish it to be polite as well.. but my stomach was just so unhappy. And I didnt want anything disasterous to happen. So I let the other half just sit there and watched the ice cream slowly melt away. It was a traumatic experience&amp;nbsp;I tell ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so THAT is why I was nervous about this cupcake!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, I must be on the upside of this sickness because I defintely ate the whole thing!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-8566945603371493675?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/8566945603371493675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=8566945603371493675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8566945603371493675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8566945603371493675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/08/backstreets-back-alright.html' title='backstreet&apos;s back {alright!}'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5BAI147-mOo/TjhMszLkldI/AAAAAAAAAmA/C2Q62KeUYLg/s72-c/Photo0230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4069616262216862380</id><published>2011-07-21T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T12:36:54.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy girl</title><content type='html'>FYI&lt;br /&gt;I leave to Powell TOMORROW. Oh tomorrow, tomorrow, I sure do love you, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoked. So so stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even wait for all the family to be together having a grand ol' time. It's going to be wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my heart is torn. Torn I tell you!! I am so excited to go back up to provo... like you have no idea so excited... BUT i know I am just going to miss everyone down here. Aka my familia. But that's okay. Because I'll be so incredibly busy up in ptwon that the days will fly by. Right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes. The more I tihnk about it, the more I can't wait for an &lt;em&gt;unbelievably&lt;/em&gt; busy schedule and to be surrounded by people I am sure I will come to love! So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/31831283_KHlB4U8L_c.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, I can't wait for that ^^ to happen to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh lake powell.. here I come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-4069616262216862380?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4069616262216862380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4069616262216862380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4069616262216862380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4069616262216862380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/07/crazy-girl.html' title='crazy girl'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1310004762900044828</id><published>2011-07-19T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:29:37.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll kill ya...</title><content type='html'>Ohheyy. So I definitely cannot move for the life of me. Last night I played soccer/did physical activity for the first time in a looong time! I knew&amp;nbsp;I was in for trouble, but I didn't know I would be this sore... Oy... Anyway so I played some coed soccer last night, just played on a randome league that needed more girls and it was fun! Seriously, soccer is the best. Always and forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this coed team I met some of the most interesting people ever there... Specifically, Felipe. Or as the ref guy called him... Flip-a.&lt;br /&gt;Now,&amp;nbsp;Felipe&amp;nbsp;is quite the guy... Sheridan-dan told me he was interesting, but I wasn't quite sure what to expect. Well, this is felipe: He puts his water in a Jack Daniels bottle, and smokes.&amp;nbsp;Now he doesn't smoke like a normal smoker. No, he smokes A LOT.&amp;nbsp;He smokes before, after, and always&amp;nbsp;inbetween the game. I mean really, he would get subbed out, smoke for maybe 5 minutes, then go back in. I honestly don't know how he plays soccer while smoking. That is &lt;em&gt;insaaane&lt;/em&gt;!!! So much smoking. I bet his lungs are about ready to give up on him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO &amp;nbsp;last night I basically almost had a goal that was &lt;strong&gt;abby wombach&lt;/strong&gt; status!! NO LIE. But the stinking crossbar stole it from me. It would have been one of the most beautiful header goals of my life, &lt;em&gt;perfectly placed... the keeper wouldn't have had a prayer...&lt;/em&gt; BUT the stinking crossbar stopped it for him. So close, but yet soo far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing we still won :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, soccer is great. It brings people together. liiiike Sheridan, Em, Diamond, and I... Who I seriously miss so much. So last night was great, and I highly recommend getting together with people you havent seen in a while and do something you havent done in a while! It's happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1310004762900044828?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1310004762900044828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1310004762900044828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1310004762900044828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1310004762900044828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/07/itll-kill-ya.html' title='It&apos;ll kill ya...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-604876568441905836</id><published>2011-07-17T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T10:09:29.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>I know, I am aware that the 4th of July was like a year ago... but Becky finally put the pictures up on Facebook so I could steal them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSygJIb9vCY/TiMVjW_a76I/AAAAAAAAAkM/xI7FgGpLAmY/s1600/267450_10150251233178143_641773142_7596597_7836525_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSygJIb9vCY/TiMVjW_a76I/AAAAAAAAAkM/xI7FgGpLAmY/s640/267450_10150251233178143_641773142_7596597_7836525_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;4th of July spent with some of my most favorite peoples :)&lt;br /&gt;Me, T, Shawn-Hee, Becky, Jamie, and Jess.&lt;br /&gt;Love them all&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dsQlramodbo/TiMVjrYOe4I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/8qjrpFeHyVg/s1600/267660_10150251235708143_641773142_7596630_3683736_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dsQlramodbo/TiMVjrYOe4I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/8qjrpFeHyVg/s640/267660_10150251235708143_641773142_7596630_3683736_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;we missed the fireworks so me made our own. and took ridiculous picture like this! I don't actually remember what this picture is all about. Except SIDENOTE, why the heck am I so white?! I like in Mesa Stinking Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;I need to quit my job and swim all day every day. Simple solution :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qxGkFftvAR0/TiMVjyQdwYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ePnY69bQyYI/s1600/267916_10150251305603143_641773142_7596740_5260983_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qxGkFftvAR0/TiMVjyQdwYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ePnY69bQyYI/s640/267916_10150251305603143_641773142_7596740_5260983_n.jpg" width="470" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh heyy shauni!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoKxe1XRKBg/TiMVi7XriEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/HmOX5mdeWGw/s1600/266403_10150251229178143_641773142_7596544_5890795_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoKxe1XRKBg/TiMVi7XriEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/HmOX5mdeWGw/s640/266403_10150251229178143_641773142_7596544_5890795_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;we also went shopping and Tara was trying to teach us how to be models... obviously she is the best at it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbs1TXLO1Vw/TiMVkNh1ToI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6QDgdErtfzI/s1600/284185_10150251229568143_641773142_7596553_1369876_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbs1TXLO1Vw/TiMVkNh1ToI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6QDgdErtfzI/s640/284185_10150251229568143_641773142_7596553_1369876_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I fail.&lt;br /&gt;Are we even related?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuPb3tw8NP4/TiMVkYU-WzI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9QZLMIjkfRA/s1600/284243_10150251230118143_641773142_7596564_7338123_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuPb3tw8NP4/TiMVkYU-WzI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9QZLMIjkfRA/s640/284243_10150251230118143_641773142_7596564_7338123_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha, while we were shopping we went into Victoria's Secret... we may have been in there longer than planned having way to much fun at the make up stand... I went in there wearing little to no makeup and came out wearing so much I felt plastic, or like a barbie or something... How do people do it?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Anyway, the end of my 4th of July. We LOVED having Becky in town and she needs to come back... soon! Or move here, either way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-604876568441905836?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/604876568441905836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=604876568441905836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/604876568441905836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/604876568441905836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july-weekend_17.html' title='4th of July Weekend'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSygJIb9vCY/TiMVjW_a76I/AAAAAAAAAkM/xI7FgGpLAmY/s72-c/267450_10150251233178143_641773142_7596597_7836525_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7508317461916329475</id><published>2011-07-14T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:36:02.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't help myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think I am ready for this to end...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7508317461916329475?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7508317461916329475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7508317461916329475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7508317461916329475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7508317461916329475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-cant-help-myself.html' title='I just can&apos;t help myself...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJjmWWaEia4/Th9siMAC1iI/AAAAAAAAAi4/WlK-qFFpGaM/s72-c/39000312_5fn6oVtM_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4056200258029806228</id><published>2011-07-14T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:00:12.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Rotter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_litjumIFDa1qi8jv8o1_400.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You guys... &lt;strong&gt;HARRY POTTER!!! TONIGHT!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am going to the midnight showing... originally I was like nah, I won't go... I don't want to be tired for work... blah blah blah, excuses excuses... but I decided you know what? No. I gotta go... I waited for every book then read them with in 24 hours... I grew up on Harry Potter! I lived Harry Potter, I love Harry Potter!&amp;nbsp; I gotta go to the last midnight showing ever!!! And it will porbably be the last midnight showing I ever go to because well, I'm not a huge fan of them to be honest. But I am going. I AM. And I don't even care if I am a zombie at work. Psh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So SO excited. I'm dressing up as Narcissa Malfoy, you know, Draco's mom? You know the one who lies to Voldemort at the end of the movie to save Harry's life? The one who loves her son and family more than anything else?&amp;nbsp;I mean maybe she is bad for like all of the books,&amp;nbsp;but she is secretly good. So I'm okay with it. So.&amp;nbsp;Stoked. except for the fact that I am dressing up... and i don't dress up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO EXCITED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh so sad my childhood is coming to a close...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-4056200258029806228?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4056200258029806228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4056200258029806228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4056200258029806228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4056200258029806228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-rotter.html' title='Happy Rotter'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1152582337814874470</id><published>2011-07-13T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:29:33.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowza</title><content type='html'>It's wednesday folks!! &lt;br /&gt;Remember how I thought this would be the longest week of&amp;nbsp;my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welllllll I lied...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it still feels like monday.... :)&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HARRY POTTER TOMORROW!! GAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a litttttle excited ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1152582337814874470?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1152582337814874470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1152582337814874470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1152582337814874470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1152582337814874470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/07/wowza.html' title='Wowza'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1947526786294369142</id><published>2011-07-11T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T09:44:09.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peek into the week{end}</title><content type='html'>Happy monday everybody!! Let's all hope and pray that this week won't be as long I know it will be... is it Friday yet?! But really, all I can think about lately is Lake Powell in like 2 weeks... &lt;em&gt;lakepowelllakepowelllakepowell&lt;/em&gt;!!!!! The more I think about it, the longer the weeks get.. So I'll try my best to dig into these sales tax reports and not think about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this weekend? You want to hear about it, yes? Ha... well if you don't thats okay because I want to post about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;: Grandpa and Grandma Schlappi came into town!!! Hallelujah, I love them! We spent Friday night playing games as a family and finished it off with the most boring movie ever. So I fell asleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;: Got my car checked out. Thankkk you Brother Richardson for making my stress level go down!! Looks like the check engine light isn't always so scary after all... whew!! Then we went and saw the movie Soul Surfer. Have you seen it? Because you should. It's good. Suprisingly I cried like 4 tears... which was unexpected and I wasn't even aware that tears were coming out, but they were! So yes, it is a good movie. Watch it! Then I finished off the night with a super fun date that consisted of riding horses (&lt;em&gt;aka one of my most favorite things ever)&lt;/em&gt; homemade steaks (&lt;em&gt;another favorite...&lt;/em&gt;) and watching How to Train a Dragon... a very cute movie! And funny too. So watch that as well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; Went to church. I seriously loved every meeting. It was one of those Sunday's ya know? It's like everything you need to hear. So it was awesome and I loved it. Sunday night we played more games as a fam and I went to bed early. I know, envy me... early bedtimes are probably the best thing since homemade steaks and going horseback riding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I know, talk about a great weekend! It was probably the ideal weekend... I had things going on so I wasn't bored... But I didn't feel like I had a million things to do like every other day/weekend.&lt;br /&gt;So it was awesome, relaxing, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;What more could you want?!&lt;br /&gt;But now it's Monday, Gma and Gpa are gone.. and this week starts... unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... sorry I don't like take a pictures of every little thing I see, do, or eat like other bloggers out there.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I take that back. I am not sorry because that bothers me :) I mean who cares what you ate for your 4 o clock snack every single day of your life? Not me. So yes. But 4th of July pictures will be up sometime... at least I want them to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. I hope everyone else's weekend was just splendid as well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1947526786294369142?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1947526786294369142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1947526786294369142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1947526786294369142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1947526786294369142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/07/peek-into-weekend.html' title='peek into the week{end}'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-3172595810887389455</id><published>2011-07-08T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:00:36.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Mesa *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* sunshine *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* ice cream *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Masterchef *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* country music *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* late night swims *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* spending time with Ter *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sleeping with the fan on high *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="560" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/21759798_1tkykzCv_c.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps, life is good :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-3172595810887389455?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/3172595810887389455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=3172595810887389455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3172595810887389455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3172595810887389455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-loves.html' title='Summer Loves'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-8838770024982478499</id><published>2011-07-05T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:17:29.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://babaloud.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/tumblr_ldvbvql0rZ1qc9ekbo1_500.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the 4th of July has come and gone... Good thing this years was better than the&amp;nbsp;last! I spent my holiday with good company and although it was not the most eventful, I'm just grateful I had the day off work.&amp;nbsp;I got to&amp;nbsp;relax, not stress, and have a good time :) I mean, what more could you want! The first part of my weekend was consumed by spending time at the hospital with Tara, but she came home on Saturday night and that is when the party started!!&lt;br /&gt;Tara's good friend Becky Lee flew down for the weekend! Talk about a pleasant surprise!!! I love her. So stinking much. &lt;br /&gt;But Sunday night, probably was the best night of my life. I definitely beat Mom at Nertz by 47 points!!!!! Seriously, can you believe that?! No way. I never ever win at Nertz! Especially against my own mother. Wow, I am still on a high from that :) But Momma isn't too happy about it! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Monday was spent shopping with Tara, Shauni, and Becky. It only lasted for 2 hours because Tara jussst had surgery and isn't feeling 100% just quite yet, &lt;em&gt;shocker I know... haha&lt;/em&gt;... But I was okay with it. I'm not a huge shopping fan anyway. But we had a&amp;nbsp;blast, and pictures will prove&amp;nbsp;that at a later time...&amp;nbsp;;)&amp;nbsp;Anway, so we came home, watched NCIS, and took a nap before heading off to a nieghborhood BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day I think. No stress... and got to spend time with Tara, Becky, and Shauni. I love all those girls and it was great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... picture will be up soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-8838770024982478499?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/8838770024982478499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=8838770024982478499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8838770024982478499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8838770024982478499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='4th of July weekend'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-6603724717234582096</id><published>2011-07-03T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:17:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>longest week of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about how this past week seriously was so long! Not like I hated this week... But seriously Monday-Wednesday&amp;nbsp;legitimately feel like they were a whole week long LAST week and Thursday-now seem like a whole week by themselves. Seriuosly it feels like so long ago since I saw the movie 17 Miracles, but, it was tuesday. What the, my mind is freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;So lets talk about my ridiculous life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;... I can't even remember... Oh wait! FHE at the&amp;nbsp;Peterson's. Don't even tell me that wasn't like a month ago.&lt;b&gt; Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; saw the movie 17 Miracles! Oh my, if you didn't get to see it, I'm really sorry because it was amazing. And I may or may not have cried 5 tears. Also we found out Tara needed surgery tomorrow... &lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;... Tara goes in for surgery. I take off work and spend the day with her. I also had a nasty cold so I felt like crap. I also had a super great date and ate some amazing&amp;nbsp;Spanish&amp;nbsp;food. Seriously, go eat&amp;nbsp;Spanish&amp;nbsp;food. It's so good! Then I went back to the hospital.&lt;b&gt; Thursday,&lt;/b&gt; I am still sicky and spend the day at the hospital again. I am there allll day and spend the night there as well. &lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;, Still sick. I go to work though finally but leave at noon because I feel like crap and no one wants me to get them sick. Saturday, did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you read that whole thing. Props. But seriously, this week was crazy! Maddness I tell you...madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much happened, and now tomorrow is the 4th of July! Holler. At least this year it isn't on a Sunday so I get an extra day off work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Tara is home from the hospital!!! Finally. Check her blog for more details because I am so done with blogging... taraschlappi.bloggspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... I think I need to make this cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/51187094_XAifry2S_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/51187094_XAifry2S_c.jpg" /&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/1305501723630016082-6603724717234582096?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/6603724717234582096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=6603724717234582096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6603724717234582096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6603724717234582096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/07/longest-week-of-my-life.html' title='longest week of my life'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-9040430381935903870</id><published>2011-06-28T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:58:46.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alka grosszer plus</title><content type='html'>So I currently have a cold. I know right? What even is a cold and since when did I, Rachel Schlappi, even&amp;nbsp;get them/get sick in general? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't&lt;br /&gt;I mean I go through a miserable winter where it's -500 degrees outside and am healthy as can be. And now it's 115 outside and I get a cold... a cold! Meh, how weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my throat feels like knives are cutting through it every time I speak or swallow, my nose is running faster than I have since I stopped working out, and my eyes are watering. What the, I have never had issues with my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so last night at approx 11 in the pm I ask my all knowing mother what is wrong and how I can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she gives me some alka seltzer plus. But let me tell you, I am a first timer for that medicine and it is gross!! So I barely down the whole glass and then proceed 2 minutes later to throw up that whole glass of alka seltzer and my second dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And you know how alka setlzer is like all bubbly and fuzzy? Yeah, my pizza came out all bubbly and fuzzy with. It was probably the weirdest experience ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, sue me, that was definitley too much information... But I'm telling you, if you don't have stomach problems, drink alka seltzer. Because it's gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchquotes.com/viewimage/Being_Patient_For_Love/100/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Relationship, Women, Patience Quotes" height="600" src="http://i1112.photobucket.com/albums/k488/sqacct7/jan11/selvselv_tumblr_ld9hoq1Ldf1qb13xjo1_400.png" style="border-bottom: #7a98d3 5px solid; border-left: #7a98d3 5px solid; border-right: #7a98d3 5px solid; border-top: #7a98d3 5px solid;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my thoughts exactly.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-9040430381935903870?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/9040430381935903870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=9040430381935903870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/9040430381935903870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/9040430381935903870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/alka-grosszer-plus.html' title='Alka grosszer plus'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1112.photobucket.com/albums/k488/sqacct7/jan11/th_selvselv_tumblr_ld9hoq1Ldf1qb13xjo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-8053184501643940726</id><published>2011-06-28T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T10:22:12.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my new brother</title><content type='html'>Guys, this summer rocks. Not only because I am not nearly as bored as I had originally thought I would be, and not because this heat isn't bothering me nearly as much as it should be... BUT because I gained a new awesome brother that pretty much completes our family.&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet Jerod Destories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is seriosuly so great! He moved out of his house to be able to get baptised and ended up moving in with us. I had seen him around at Mountain View, knew he was&amp;nbsp;such a nice kid and&amp;nbsp;that every girl pretty much loved him, but other than that, no one in my family besides my dad and myself even knew who he was.&lt;br /&gt;But there&amp;nbsp;I was, sitting at Les Miserables on a tuesday night and I got a text message from my dad telling me that I needed to move out of my room and into moms sewing room so that Jerod could move in. That night! It was madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since he moved in, life has been great!! He is so awesome and seriously he makes the rest of us look like bad children. And my mom loves him. He is always willing to do dishes, he does chores like no bodies business, plays games with my mom (&lt;em&gt;that MUST be the reason she loves Jerod so much&lt;/em&gt;...) and is always happy. I'm not joking, ALWAYS. We call him the happy bird. Tara and I ask him when he is going to stop being so polite, but I don't think he ever will. He is defintely the new favorite child. But it's okay because we all love him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, everyone loves Jerod. People are always asking my mom how she got so lucky as to get Jerod to come live with us, and seriously, we are so lucky! He and Nate have become the best of buds and stay up late&amp;nbsp; every night doing the most random things. It's comical actually. AND he is a &lt;strong&gt;saint&lt;/strong&gt; for even putting up with us Schlappis! Because we are in no way a perfect family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jerod is awesome. He is funny, and we love having him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is right before his baptism on the 18th. Jerod had gotten his wisdom teeth out a few days before and he was just able to start eating real food again. So we ate some good ol' Mexican food at Tia Rosas. Oh Yes.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MJg251K8Fg/Tgn6JSuaT4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/B5vcId7xwic/s1600/DSC01401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MJg251K8Fg/Tgn6JSuaT4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/B5vcId7xwic/s640/DSC01401.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo for all of you who don't know my whole family, Jerod is the one next to me and my little brother Nate-dawg. He looks like he could&amp;nbsp;be one of us yeah? Well, except his eyes, he isn't cursed with the squinty schlappi eyes. Lucky guy.&lt;br /&gt;But he's got the hair color. And the build!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we like to think that he we look like we could be siblings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now you all know about my new brother. He is great, and we love having him around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-8053184501643940726?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/8053184501643940726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=8053184501643940726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8053184501643940726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8053184501643940726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-my-new-brother.html' title='Meet my new brother'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MJg251K8Fg/Tgn6JSuaT4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/B5vcId7xwic/s72-c/DSC01401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1862724254403957704</id><published>2011-06-27T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:03:46.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawt</title><content type='html'>It is&amp;nbsp; currently 116 degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Mesa Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be lame and blog about the weather... But it's&amp;nbsp;a real thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/11410586_qTwlst8d_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I have been confused in my brain as to why the heat has not been bothering me as much as I anticipated...&lt;br /&gt;Except today, I really could not even touch my steering wheel. So that did bother me a bit. BUT it's okay becuase i have&amp;nbsp;a super simple&amp;nbsp;solution... Oven Mitts!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;Safety first. If the only way to put on my seatbelt and drive&amp;nbsp;is with oven mitts, I'll do it I tell you, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's smokin' hott out there guys... Enjoy it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1862724254403957704?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1862724254403957704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1862724254403957704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1862724254403957704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1862724254403957704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/hawt.html' title='Hawt'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-2996327077083919903</id><published>2011-06-25T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T23:59:05.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Remember when "Talk to the hand" was the diss of all disses?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how boys had cooties and life and all you had to worry about was how many goals you scored at your soccer game that day?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when the only thing standing in your way of freedom was the hour of piano haunting you?&lt;br /&gt;And, remember... back in the day... where the only way that people &amp;nbsp;hurt you is by calling you a nerd or cutting you in line??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, take me back... I miss that simplicity of life. I miss having a crush on a boy and being to shy to even stand near him. I miss loving school and playing house. I miss being care-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-6 were definitely my glory days. Lets go back to when I was faster than all the boys and had no cares in the world.... and back to those killer glasses and bangs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha, I miss these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-outUCHRw2GU/TgbXxq7W20I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ccPpifnHl88/s1600/20332_320785598901_568653901_4747267_4629819_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-outUCHRw2GU/TgbXxq7W20I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ccPpifnHl88/s400/20332_320785598901_568653901_4747267_4629819_n.jpg" width="387" /&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/1305501723630016082-2996327077083919903?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/2996327077083919903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=2996327077083919903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2996327077083919903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2996327077083919903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-outUCHRw2GU/TgbXxq7W20I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ccPpifnHl88/s72-c/20332_320785598901_568653901_4747267_4629819_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1118231388151118731</id><published>2011-06-22T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T13:38:13.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lln6bsJEdn1qzx2p7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...story of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1118231388151118731?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1118231388151118731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1118231388151118731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1118231388151118731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1118231388151118731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-2679733360497906197</id><published>2011-06-22T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:15:30.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just old silly hearts</title><content type='html'>As we all know, yesterday was kinda a crappy day. And I was grumpy. So I get myself out of my grumpy&amp;nbsp;mood I climbed &amp;nbsp;into bed at 10 pm and literally fell asleep 5 minutes later. It was lovely. But seroiously, everybody should go to bed that early every night of their lives, because it is the best ever!!&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up after getting 8+ hours of sleep and took about half an hour to convince myself that it was going to be a good day toady. And guess what! IT WILL! I just know it. I may be here at work, when I would rather be home by the pool reading a good book, but it's all good. &lt;em&gt;I don't know why, but today seems like it's going to be a great day... name that youtube video!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because life isn't turning out the way you want, doesn't mean it won't become sometihng beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/4729522_ONwgexaM_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/4729522_ONwgexaM_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PS... I got a my hairs all cut last night! Hasta la Vista Split ends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/1305501723630016082-2679733360497906197?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/2679733360497906197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=2679733360497906197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2679733360497906197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2679733360497906197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-we-all-know-yesterday-was-kinda.html' title='Just old silly hearts'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7194596029389713519</id><published>2011-06-21T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:54:08.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it just doesn't get better than this.</title><content type='html'>today was definitely one of those days folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I drove for and hour and a half to eat at IHOP... it should have taken us 30 minutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I used a quarter of a tank of gas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I broke a 3 week old computer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I made -80 bucks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got lost in Scottsdale &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; for an hour.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a real winner of a day yeah? And it just keeps getting better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, I did get to eat with my good ol' Uncle Mike!!&lt;br /&gt;And, I wasn't bored all day like usual... just broke expensive things. No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, last night I went to hear my Uncle Mike speak in Scottsdale, and he is incredible!! So because of his motivating speech, I am going to stop moping around about my never ending horrible day and be happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life is good.&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm allowed to have a bad day&lt;br /&gt;...as long as it doesn't turn into a bad week, or a bad month though... right mike??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7194596029389713519?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7194596029389713519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7194596029389713519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7194596029389713519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7194596029389713519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-just-doesnt-get-better-than-this.html' title='it just doesn&apos;t get better than this.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-3528935727907115447</id><published>2011-06-19T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:06:03.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Papi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FYI, my dad is the best dad. I could write some long essay about how amazing he is, but I think I'll spare you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But really, he is incredible. I don't know one human being that doesn't completely love and have so much respect for my dad. He is the most supportive father ever and I know he would pretty much do just about anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I just really love my dad and he definitely makes it clear that he just wants whats best for his little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfZKvdNhlYw/Tf7FbzJoXKI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ncMueCHAkxE/s1600/Wed+%2528646%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfZKvdNhlYw/Tf7FbzJoXKI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ncMueCHAkxE/s640/Wed+%2528646%2529.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRPfxzZNLtA/Tf7FqLONaoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/qqb4DS8KWUQ/s1600/194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRPfxzZNLtA/Tf7FqLONaoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/qqb4DS8KWUQ/s640/194.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and I'll always be his little girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Thanks dad for being just, &lt;b&gt;amazing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-3528935727907115447?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/3528935727907115447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=3528935727907115447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3528935727907115447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3528935727907115447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-papi.html' title='Big Papi'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfZKvdNhlYw/Tf7FbzJoXKI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ncMueCHAkxE/s72-c/Wed+%2528646%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-834134142042820615</id><published>2011-06-17T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T15:20:52.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ps, these guys are my hero's</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="425" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25065599?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25065599"&gt;STUCK&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/joeayala"&gt;Joe Ayala&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two guys were stuck at the airport late at night alone... they documented their adventures and made this hilarious video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say... going crazy at an airport late at night is now on my bucket list :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-834134142042820615?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/834134142042820615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=834134142042820615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/834134142042820615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/834134142042820615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/ps-these-guys-are-my-heros.html' title='ps, these guys are my hero&apos;s'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7237576201888248684</id><published>2011-06-17T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:47:14.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What am I supposed to do without my cellll phooone!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Name that movie!!! But really, name it. Big props to anyone who can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately, aka these past 3 days... I have been on the phone&amp;nbsp;a lot for work. Calling all the licensing and contracting boards for basically every state in the world... err... United States. And honestly at first, I was shaking on the phone I was so scared. Seriously, shaking. And if it went to the voicemail I would just hang up. And I would&amp;nbsp;avoid calling these states like the plague. I would do everything else I had to do at work before ever calling anyone. BUT guess what homies!! I am not afriad! I actually enjoy it. Pretty much everyone I talk to on the phone is just so nice and willing to help. They are not intimidating so I don't get scared. Well...&amp;nbsp;and if there&amp;nbsp;was an option to call a guy instead a girl, I called the girl :) Sexist? Probabaly. But I'm okay&amp;nbsp;withi it. So&amp;nbsp;basically I enjoy talking to nice people that I have never met with a cool accent on the phone. Seriosly, I just called like Mississippi, Georgia, North and South Carolina, and all those states and all the ladies I talked to had southern accents. It was amazing and I loved it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-small;"&gt;**ps... I just got off the phone with some lady in Florida, Oh, Betty... and people are so nice there! Seriously, I could move there. Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moral of the story is that I am not afraid of calling people for work any more! It's fun, and I like it even though sometimes I am bad at speaking in professional businessy words... but that's okay right?!&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/30073315_woS6HHYt_c.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did that today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/30073315/"&gt;:::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ Also, I pretty much love getting&amp;nbsp;voicemails too... but mostly just funny ones from friends. They're definitely 5amilliontimes better than a text message if youre askin' me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/30926267_0qHzWqCR_c.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;andddd calling strangers on the telephone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/30926267/"&gt;:::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7237576201888248684?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7237576201888248684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7237576201888248684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7237576201888248684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7237576201888248684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/wat-m-i-gon-do-witout-my-celllll.html' title='&quot;What am I supposed to do without my cellll phooone!&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-6033345911398132114</id><published>2011-06-16T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T12:17:17.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a shot in the dark...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;﻿﻿that you might be the one I've been waiting for my whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="383" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6188105_LTIs2V0z_c.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/6188105/"&gt;.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that no one else feels this way... Because seriously this is how I feel.&amp;nbsp;And sometimes I just wish I knew what I would be doing and where&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I will be in 2 years. 2 years! Will I still be at BYU? On a misison? Marriaged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Knows.﻿...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is Friday!! Which means... the next day is SATURDAY!!! Which&lt;strong&gt; meansss&lt;/strong&gt;....﻿ JEROD IS GETTING BAPTISED!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoooooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously, I am so happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PPS... I just realized you probably don't know who Jerod is. Well, that is a post in the making :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-6033345911398132114?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/6033345911398132114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=6033345911398132114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6033345911398132114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6033345911398132114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-shot-in-dark.html' title='Just a shot in the dark...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-988740123618717848</id><published>2011-06-15T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:35:49.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You GUYS!!!</title><content type='html'>OY!!! GUESS WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did something right! Something great!! Something AMAZING!!! Okay, not really... but really!!&lt;br /&gt;I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because at work I get bored. And at work I am *gasp* afraid of making phone calls in fear of screwing things up. And at work this project I have been working on has been getting pretty complicated because some people that don't work here anymore were inconsistant and it is frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moral of the story. I fixed something. Made something all better. Made Telgian look like a more responsible company. &lt;br /&gt;AND IT FEELS SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This minute made these last 2 boring and stressful hours of work worth it! Maybe... but now it's back to work. Because I still have 49 states to call... gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/7477799_7U3JiIX5_c.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/7477799/"&gt;:::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ... I think I will :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-988740123618717848?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/988740123618717848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=988740123618717848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/988740123618717848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/988740123618717848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-guys.html' title='You GUYS!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-5645554402375142613</id><published>2011-06-13T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:39:44.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puppy love</title><content type='html'>I hate it when weekends end. I mean for reals, when my alarm went off this morning I was so confused because I was convinced that this weekend needed to be longer.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. This weekend was seriously, CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It consisted of &lt;br /&gt;3 wedding receptions. Talk writting. Tara having a seizure. Giving a talk. Saying goodbye to Josh Richards for 2 years. An INCREDIBLE fireside. and nertz. &lt;br /&gt;Pretty crazy weekend I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fireside I went to last night was seriously AMAZING. No lie. A choir of Polynesians came all the way from LA to sing to us. And oh myyy goodness. I am in love with all of them. They had so much power and incredible songs and voices. Wow. My cheecks were hurting from smiling for so long. I am ohh so glad we sat in the first row :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And last night I got to play with the Bodrero's cute poppy Bo. Seirously, he is adorable. And I'm convinced that if some random dude asked me to marry him with a puppy there is no way I could say no. Puppies are the best. Oh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RV_SbQtR6Ao/TfZzo82WO_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/eGMfhgJrYFo/s1600/Photo0215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RV_SbQtR6Ao/TfZzo82WO_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/eGMfhgJrYFo/s640/Photo0215.jpg" t8="true" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS. Don't judge the camera phone quality of this picture...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But, i don't think I love puppies nearly as much as this chick loves cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/mTTwcCVajAc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/mTTwcCVajAc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, watch this. It's so worth the 2 minutes and 34 seconds of your life that you won't get back.&lt;br /&gt;Bahahaha.... this girl is a crack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS, Happy monday!! Today has been an unusally good monday for me&amp;nbsp;so far&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-5645554402375142613?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/5645554402375142613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=5645554402375142613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5645554402375142613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5645554402375142613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/puppy-love.html' title='puppy love'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RV_SbQtR6Ao/TfZzo82WO_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/eGMfhgJrYFo/s72-c/Photo0215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-861852261072769350</id><published>2011-06-12T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T10:45:02.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not nervous... what?</title><content type='html'>I am speaking in church today. I am nervous beyond all belief. I am nervous that I will make a fool out of my self and speak fast and say really&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;things and phrases. I don't speak well or make sense in every day life let alone in public in front of like 5 million people.. And my tummy is all nervous inside. I have been trying really hard to convince myself that I am not nervous and that I am going to be amazing, but who am I kidding!! I just.. I just... am scared.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. I just need to get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;And, I may or may not have just finished my talk... uhh... yeah. That adds to my nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;AND my talk is bullet pointed. Not written out for me to say exactly what I want to. That means there is lots of room and places for me to screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO DO SO GREAT!!! And plus, In 80 years, I will not even remember this. So hakuna matata. Calm it down Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ps, thanks for hearing me out.&lt;br /&gt;I needed that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-861852261072769350?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/861852261072769350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=861852261072769350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/861852261072769350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/861852261072769350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-nervous-what_12.html' title='I&apos;m not nervous... what?'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-5474298854129945279</id><published>2011-06-10T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:18:00.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Werk</title><content type='html'>So here is the deal. I am on the computer all day erry day at work. Which results in me blogging at work and not at home. I know, I am a horrible person for bloggin instead of working... Except not really because it takes me a grand total of like 5 minutes to post something. Yes, should take my time and proof read and you know, care about how well I am writting and things, but I don't/kinda do/don't... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, why am I saying this. I forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH! Okay, &amp;nbsp;moral of me&amp;nbsp;rambling on and on&amp;nbsp;about how I blog at work....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of the fact that I blog at work, I can't ever put pictures up of my life because those are on my lapytop at home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whew! That was tough. Rambling should be my profession. I pretty much rock at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALSO. I'm thinking... I'm diggin&amp;nbsp;my new blog title.&lt;em&gt; Your thoughts??&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well here are mine...&amp;nbsp;Me gusta because,&amp;nbsp;A) When I want to say story of my life, I feel weird beacuse it's like I already said it, in the title of me bloggy. And It's kinda not very original or different or special. Kinda blah. So I changed it to PS because I like it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And mostly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;because my brothers (especially Ryan) mock me all the time for saying&amp;nbsp;PS&amp;nbsp;before I say things&amp;nbsp;:) So it's funny for me. And I like it. And it is my blog so that is all that matters right? Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay here: this will help up the boring factor of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gpuZ1x8u-Xk/TfKVpCtGF4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/-qyBhwdyu9w/s1600/25927033_ClQHQmqu_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gpuZ1x8u-Xk/TfKVpCtGF4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/-qyBhwdyu9w/s400/25927033_ClQHQmqu_c.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1jPtS6/pinterest.com/natmay/quotes/"&gt;***&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, why are mustaches "the thing" these days? &lt;br /&gt;I'm not really&amp;nbsp;into guys&amp;nbsp;growing them.. and well sure they are funny for people to wear fake ones...&lt;br /&gt;but what the? Mustaches? Is that really going to be one of the fads of our generation? Allllright....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided in order to make my blog in with the crowd I must&lt;em&gt;(ache) ha&lt;/em&gt;, follow the crowd &lt;br /&gt;and put something or other mustache related in here somewhere :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S... At work sometimes people put food on the table&amp;nbsp;in the kitchen that they want to get rid of or want to share or something. Sometimes there is a bag full of day old pizza pretzels, or a box of pastry donuts, maybe a bag of apricots. But today there were 3 boxes of Girl Scout cookies!!! Seriously, best day ever. But the question is, who would ever want to get rid of Girl Scout Cookies?!? I would understand those sicknasty kinds... but Samoas and Thin mints basically rock my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever, I'm okay with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-5474298854129945279?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/5474298854129945279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=5474298854129945279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5474298854129945279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5474298854129945279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/werk.html' title='Werk'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gpuZ1x8u-Xk/TfKVpCtGF4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/-qyBhwdyu9w/s72-c/25927033_ClQHQmqu_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-572295828343848407</id><published>2011-06-09T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:23:04.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight, tonight!</title><content type='html'>Happy Thursday all!&lt;br /&gt;There is something about Thursdays that I just like. Myabe it's because tomorrow is Friday which means on thing. WEEKEND! I love the weekend. You know what else I love? Les Miserables and Jean Valjeans amazing voice. Seriously, thanks moms for taking me. It was incredible. Also, finally pictures from the ward trip are up. I love them all soooo a picture post is coming soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my life is so great. I love it. Excepts I seriously wish Tara felt better... you know she doesn't feel good when she can only make it through one Cupcake Wars episode with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S... story of my life? Yep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjSCjoj4UtA/TfD0rNRqViI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uI2ZbCGKt60/s1600/6658364_73QWBuWX_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjSCjoj4UtA/TfD0rNRqViI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uI2ZbCGKt60/s640/6658364_73QWBuWX_c.jpg" t8="true" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-572295828343848407?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/572295828343848407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=572295828343848407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/572295828343848407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/572295828343848407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/tonight-tonight.html' title='tonight, tonight!'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjSCjoj4UtA/TfD0rNRqViI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uI2ZbCGKt60/s72-c/6658364_73QWBuWX_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4743463598053410889</id><published>2011-06-07T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:31:17.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>incredible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'min love with the sky. Always. And this video just made me even more obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22439234" width="601"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are no words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-4743463598053410889?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4743463598053410889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4743463598053410889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4743463598053410889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4743463598053410889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/incredible.html' title='incredible.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4034911974156738086</id><published>2011-06-06T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:33:36.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and I won't let you go...</title><content type='html'>I may or may not have been typing along to the best song ever whillist putting that title up there. &lt;em&gt;Cause I will stand by you... I will fight your fight. I will hold you tight&lt;/em&gt;. PS, future husband. Sing this to&amp;nbsp; me? Okay great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets talk about my week/weekend/amazing life. Kay? Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Monday was memorial day and awesome and I didn't have to go to work on Monday, I would&amp;nbsp;definitely say it was&amp;nbsp;only the longest work week ever. And I even took off half of Friday to go to a cabin with my singles ward. What? I don't want to be a professional scanner/engineering laws researcher for the rest of my life? Weird. Thank goodness this summer job is teaching me that I need to find sometihng I love and an education is awesome. Because not having an education = boring jobs. BUT I do appreciate the opportunity and am just grateful that I have a full time job. It is actually such a blessing. ANYWAY. Lets go back to the part where I took off work early on Friday because and THAT is where my life gets so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us in the ward went up to Payson&lt;em&gt;ish &lt;/em&gt;area for the weekend. It was great to get away and have nice weather, good company, and get to know people in the ward. Me and Lynz basically hung out with Josh and Derek the whole time and these two guys are goofs. But in only the greatest way of course. We had a blast together. We took way to many pictures, laughed too much and stayed up late. It was fantastic and I am pretty sure that I am glad that we are now friends :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need to post the coolpix we took. Because they are some cool...pics. Ha. And Derek has an awesome camera. So those pictures will be on as soon and Derek puts those pictures on facebook so I can steal them! Theif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this weekend was good.&lt;br /&gt;Last night the family had a big yummy steak dinner for Travis because he is leaving on Tuesday for pretty much forever. He is going to North Carolina to&amp;nbsp;get trained for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.teachforamerica.org/?gclid=CJGK-6zkoakCFQoObAodjSPjuw"&gt;Teach for America.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;It will be an awesome experience of course, but I am sure going to miss him. I loved having him up at the BYU with me all last year and now he will be all the way accross the country!&amp;nbsp;Sad.&amp;nbsp;And suuure I will see him over Christmas and&amp;nbsp;for at Lake Powell this summer, but North Carolina just seems so far away. Oh well, I'm sure my over-achiever/super smart older brother will have the time of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHoXviMYgxg/TW8p9bk_s3I/AAAAAAAAATw/zS0GUdR5qcQ/s1600/DSCN1802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHoXviMYgxg/TW8p9bk_s3I/AAAAAAAAATw/zS0GUdR5qcQ/s640/DSCN1802.JPG" t8="true" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;REAL Salt Lake game. I feel like we actually look like siblings in this picture :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoUed-cSMxg/TbjCK328unI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ILUyONTPQzo/s1600/DSCN1994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoUed-cSMxg/TbjCK328unI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ILUyONTPQzo/s640/DSCN1994.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got his degree in Chemical Engineering. What a smartie.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Anywho. Expect a detailed post about my weekend soon&lt;em&gt; (hopefully...) &lt;/em&gt;And wish my awesome big brother luck while he adventures in the ghettos of North Carolina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-4034911974156738086?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4034911974156738086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4034911974156738086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4034911974156738086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4034911974156738086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-i-wont-let-you-go.html' title='and I won&apos;t let you go...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHoXviMYgxg/TW8p9bk_s3I/AAAAAAAAATw/zS0GUdR5qcQ/s72-c/DSCN1802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-5539458992184640948</id><published>2011-05-31T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:44:23.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adventurousome.</title><content type='html'>I know, spell check even told me I spelled the title wrong buttt I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the deal. Remember how my life is great and I go on little adventures all the time? Well lets hope that continues because it has been great. But how about a little update on all my adventures eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with good ol' Eager Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;I went on this little weekend adventure with Lynzi and Travis to go visit a good friend of ours that was crippled with shoulder sergery and a broken arm wrist thing.&lt;br /&gt;In Eager we did loads of fun things.&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8ZTrFK6iu8/TeWcaxhBJTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/iqFwJApWhSg/s1600/DSCN2159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8ZTrFK6iu8/TeWcaxhBJTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/iqFwJApWhSg/s640/DSCN2159.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shooting Guns&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crgS0uAoFpI/TeWcdR516LI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/V1C0ED3V4Pk/s1600/DSCN2174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crgS0uAoFpI/TeWcdR516LI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/V1C0ED3V4Pk/s640/DSCN2174.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becoming professional at throwing&amp;nbsp;Pigeons&amp;nbsp;and well, shooting of course.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6tyu9lU5O0/TeWcevopv7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/0sSoe0c7r7c/s1600/DSCN2187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6tyu9lU5O0/TeWcevopv7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/0sSoe0c7r7c/s640/DSCN2187.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chasing duckies :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leeNgZgRYRs/TeWcgbBTpOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3HJVTESwYbY/s1600/DSCN2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leeNgZgRYRs/TeWcgbBTpOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3HJVTESwYbY/s640/DSCN2191.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;using self timer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2-S_rrWA5o/TeWchOrW7xI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MIHpO96HTJM/s1600/DSCN2210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2-S_rrWA5o/TeWchOrW7xI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MIHpO96HTJM/s640/DSCN2210.JPG" width="498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking "COOLPIX"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-CX27Sw1M0/TeWcipe3MOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/OpjD93Agsp4/s1600/DSCN2223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-CX27Sw1M0/TeWcipe3MOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/OpjD93Agsp4/s640/DSCN2223.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;becoming a karate kid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VlX5RTjzlnQ/TeWckEyJYOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/nLmIrrFrwfA/s1600/DSCN2234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VlX5RTjzlnQ/TeWckEyJYOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/nLmIrrFrwfA/s640/DSCN2234.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and well, having fun :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMsbuNucEtI/TeWc0BtNjFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/XeD97QIP1uQ/s1600/DSCN2240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMsbuNucEtI/TeWc0BtNjFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/XeD97QIP1uQ/s640/DSCN2240.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh AND seeing the weirdest people...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZdSIB1H600/TeWdEGZSbnI/AAAAAAAAAfs/s8c5pmi0X0A/s1600/DSCN2247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZdSIB1H600/TeWdEGZSbnI/AAAAAAAAAfs/s8c5pmi0X0A/s640/DSCN2247.JPG" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and last but not least... Making the most&amp;nbsp;DELICIOUS&amp;nbsp;peach cobbler ever. Oh man.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;played kissing rugby, (heyyyy don't judge. I know I did. But it was actually so fun. So so fun.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;said goodbye to some of my bestest friends for two years. AkA Bradley Heap and Chandler Willman. Sad Happy day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a new calling - ward music cordinator. bring it on!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worked, worked, and more work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took my nephew on a Zoo date. He is the cutest... and he knows it :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and lastly, went camping with the family for memorial day weekend!! Freezing, but fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe if I ever feel like it I will post about the last two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good though, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. Hopefully next time I post it won't be about my adventures in Jail. Because I have to serve jury duty in a week BUT I lost my summons thing. So therefore I haven't mailed it in to say I am coming. Which means I didn't get my jury badge. Which means I can't go to jury duty. Which means I either get fined 1,000 bones or go to jail for 3 days. Either way, I don't need that right now. Oy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-5539458992184640948?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/5539458992184640948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=5539458992184640948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5539458992184640948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5539458992184640948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventurousome.html' title='adventurousome.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8ZTrFK6iu8/TeWcaxhBJTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/iqFwJApWhSg/s72-c/DSCN2159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-6078300188188600215</id><published>2011-05-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:08:15.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Okay, maybe it's just&amp;nbsp;me... But I hate paper cuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;and, I am constantly covered in them because I work with paper all day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;and and they&amp;nbsp;hurt like crazy&amp;nbsp;so then&amp;nbsp;I feel like a complete wusscake with weaksauce on top for complaining about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;BUT good news in emerald city!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;I am not a complete wusscake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;I found this and it changed my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;read it and weap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-et2ZHIRBgmk/Td_LBO8QYXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/HHoSsw8Smbc/s1600/paper+cut.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-et2ZHIRBgmk/Td_LBO8QYXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/HHoSsw8Smbc/s640/paper+cut.JPG" t8="true" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Seriously?! That explains everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Now they just need to&amp;nbsp;invent some sort of a lotion to prevent any and all papercuts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Including the ones you get from cardstock.&amp;nbsp; Because those ones&amp;nbsp;killll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Over and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-6078300188188600215?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/6078300188188600215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=6078300188188600215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6078300188188600215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6078300188188600215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/05/okay-maybe-its-just-but-i-hate-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-et2ZHIRBgmk/Td_LBO8QYXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/HHoSsw8Smbc/s72-c/paper+cut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1848631331902811003</id><published>2011-05-26T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:20:46.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big girl now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys, you&amp;nbsp;are not going to&amp;nbsp;believe this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a breakthrough moment today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was the day that I ate trail mix without picking out the raisins!! I KNOW!! It's kind of a big deal...&amp;nbsp;I have always picked out the raisins and I wasn't planning on changing my ways anytime soon. AND&amp;nbsp;I don't even like those weird things call raisins!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, not only did I eat the raisins in my trail mix. I &lt;em&gt;liked&lt;/em&gt; them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I am not turning into a grandma who likes raisins... Don't be too worried yet. But I have amade a grand new discovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trail Mix tastes 7 times better with Raisins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew, right?&lt;br /&gt;I now see Trail mix in a whole new light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if you are one of those non-raisin eaters... I dare you to just blidindly put your hand in the bag and take what you've got. Because it tastes goood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow. I think I'm gonna have to get me some more trial mix &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized... My blog is pretty&amp;nbsp; much a whole lot of &lt;strong&gt;this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://awkmomentz.tumblr.com/post/4670071061" rel="nofollow" title="awkwardmomentz.tumblr.com (full size)"&gt;&lt;img alt="awkwardmomentz.tumblr.com" src="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/59/13/message,akward,pointless,text,body,akward,moments-5913214637a11922cb6d0253b89bb09e_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;...and I'm okay with it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1848631331902811003?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1848631331902811003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1848631331902811003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1848631331902811003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1848631331902811003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-big-girl-now.html' title='I&apos;m a big girl now'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4134199330302004248</id><published>2011-05-24T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:49:33.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No I did not watch the royal wedding... Should I have? Probably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To my defense I think I probably watched 40 seconds of it while my sister was watching it on the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think that's enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But yes, I loved her dress... Yes, he is balding and she is flawless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT this picture was just too good to be true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really, I had to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIY0GhlInxk/Tdv6_HAZLTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DnhSvdcN_lI/s1600/tasteofawesome_com_Truthfully.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIY0GhlInxk/Tdv6_HAZLTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DnhSvdcN_lI/s640/tasteofawesome_com_Truthfully.jpg" t8="true" width="518" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't that amazing!!?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is perfect. The outfits are basically Identical and I love it. Love. Well actually, he needs white gloves. And then it is complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone even love it as much as I do..?&amp;nbsp; Probably. It's incredible the similarities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew good old Walt Disney could see the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We never saw it coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway... this definitely put a bright spot in my long and boring work day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope it does the same for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-4134199330302004248?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4134199330302004248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4134199330302004248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4134199330302004248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4134199330302004248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/05/too-good.html' title='Too good.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIY0GhlInxk/Tdv6_HAZLTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DnhSvdcN_lI/s72-c/tasteofawesome_com_Truthfully.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-401352487487817121</id><published>2011-05-20T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T15:18:10.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uno dos tres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is a good day. Do you want to know why... Do you want to know WHY?! (&lt;em&gt;name that movie!!&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got to design labels!! I know, doesn't sound that great...? But it sure was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me a theme, some sort of program to work with besides paint, and voila!&amp;nbsp;I was one happy girl for the last 2 hours of work yesterday and for&amp;nbsp;2 hours this morning... I would much rather be doing something creative and fun on the computer than scanning... or filing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But really, can talk about how much I &lt;em&gt;despise&lt;/em&gt; the program called...paint! I despise it. Mostly I think I despise that that is the ONLY sort or editing program they have on my work laptop anddd I am not allowed to download anything... Such as a one month free trial of photoshop... arg securuty settings. If only I was back at the BYU in the computer labs where I have the ability to override the "no downloads rule" or whatever. Oh just one of the perks of working in the labs...Also, I was spoiled at BYU and had photoshop and anything I ever dreamed of wanting at my findertips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But really, trying to design something using the editing system using only Microsoft word is the most annoying thing ever. So yes, I hate Paint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hate Paint. Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, moral of the post. Designing labels is fun. Doing things like that on the computer is fun for me! Wow, guys I am&amp;nbsp;finding something I like to do...&amp;nbsp;What. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I should major in Graphic Design???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I already checked out the program at BYU.... and there is no way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well. Life is good anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And life is especially good today, and yesterday, and mostly today because it is the weekend. And this weekend's adventure entails going to the Zoo with my nephew Brigham tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may or&amp;nbsp;may not&amp;nbsp;be a little more excited than he is... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Unrelated afterthought... I just ate a KitKat and I was very disappointed. It didn't make that irresistable cracking sound like in the commercials. False advertising. Sue them :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-401352487487817121?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/401352487487817121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=401352487487817121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/401352487487817121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/401352487487817121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/05/uno-dos-tres.html' title='uno dos tres'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-8511861012627722967</id><published>2011-05-19T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:54:10.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips for success.</title><content type='html'>In my 20 years of living I would have to say I have learned lots of things. Some from textbooks, and some from life experience. And yes, I realize 20 years is not that long to live... so here is some limited knowledge I am so graciously sharing with you. These are a list of things that will definitely help you succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #1: Always finish what you start, even if it means eating the whole cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #2: You are what you eat... so eat skinny people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #3: Check your facebook one last time before you start that homework you are about to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #4: Don't tease fat kids, they have enough on their plates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #5: To get better grades, eat Asian food every night before a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #6: Always put your address on your house keys. Then if they are lost they can be returned to you with no trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #7: Open the Chamber of Secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #8: Nothing says "I love you" better than a plastic heart shaped balloon that says, "I love you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #9: Right before opening a soda bottle, shake it vigorously to mix all the flavor together, making the drink taste better and more satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #10: When talking to a British person, speak only about tea or else they won't understand you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip&amp;nbsp;#11: Pictures are worth a thousand words. Especially during essays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #12: When playing with grenades be sure to be with Bruno Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #13: Wearing your underwear over your pants is the first step to becoming a super-hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #14: If you need to loose weight, cover everything you eat in butter. That way it will slide right through your digestive system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #15: In the winter metal poles taste like candy. Don't hestitate to lick them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #16: Make bomb jokes in the airport. Security loves that kind of light humor in the midst of their stressful jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #17: Like your own statuses on Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #18: Filling every bubble on the&amp;nbsp;scantron will result in all right answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #19: When girls don't want to talk to you it means they have a crush on you. Be persistent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tip #20: When in doubt, mumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1tBB_qZ8Huo/TdVYnTK5m_I/AAAAAAAAAes/divCCgmdIwo/s1600/17575762_E3Alwutv_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1tBB_qZ8Huo/TdVYnTK5m_I/AAAAAAAAAes/divCCgmdIwo/s640/17575762_E3Alwutv_c.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/17575762/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now okay, truth comes out. I may or may not have done any of these. I may or may not have done some of these. And I may or may not have done ALL of these. That's up for you to decide. But I think that they are pretty smart! I'm definitely going to make a goal to implement these into my life :) Also, I got most of these from &lt;a href="http://grouchyrabbit.com/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Check out this website, it is actually pretty funny. And a great time waster. And where I pulled my favorite Tips For Success from..&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good luck with your success ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-8511861012627722967?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/8511861012627722967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=8511861012627722967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8511861012627722967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8511861012627722967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/05/tips-for-success.html' title='Tips for success.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1tBB_qZ8Huo/TdVYnTK5m_I/AAAAAAAAAes/divCCgmdIwo/s72-c/17575762_E3Alwutv_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1424172082097848993</id><published>2011-05-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:38:44.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one time.</title><content type='html'>I went to California. With my sister, mom, and sister-in-law. Lets just sayyy... it was a BLAST! I loved it. Love love love. It was a perfect get away without the men. And we sure did live it up.&lt;br /&gt;In many ways. All day every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the Sunshine and fantastic weather at Laguna Beach for 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nGnoEVtr60/Tct64Nx_FYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ZDJYc3NCajc/s1600/DSCN2078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nGnoEVtr60/Tct64Nx_FYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ZDJYc3NCajc/s640/DSCN2078.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zWZ-A2_Fcg/Tct67YFAT7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/hCOWQ1WEyrk/s1600/DSCN2081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zWZ-A2_Fcg/Tct67YFAT7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/hCOWQ1WEyrk/s640/DSCN2081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgZkd1oJEQk/Tct69MYZOLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WfeCtl58iuc/s1600/DSCN2082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgZkd1oJEQk/Tct69MYZOLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WfeCtl58iuc/s640/DSCN2082.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boogie boarded it up. Of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DI6dl60f0tE/Tct6-agK67I/AAAAAAAAAc8/kCZ70J2vQZI/s1600/DSCN2084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DI6dl60f0tE/Tct6-agK67I/AAAAAAAAAc8/kCZ70J2vQZI/s640/DSCN2084.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But mostly, soaked up the sun and played Rook and&amp;nbsp;Backgammon&amp;nbsp;on the beach :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7q2OlI8ipdw/Tct7BGFvxTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/nqNg7aByMMg/s1600/DSCN2095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7q2OlI8ipdw/Tct7BGFvxTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/nqNg7aByMMg/s640/DSCN2095.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got&amp;nbsp;buried&amp;nbsp;for the first time in my life... I was a little disappointed. I wanted to look like a&amp;nbsp;mermaid&amp;nbsp;or a penguin or sumsing. But I think they were going for the more... Natural look. Or maybe just got sick of&amp;nbsp;burying&amp;nbsp;me. that was probably it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkiENUxjO2o/Tct7CgT7CkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/f3P-9jhEQ4Q/s1600/DSCN2114+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkiENUxjO2o/Tct7CgT7CkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/f3P-9jhEQ4Q/s640/DSCN2114+-+Copy.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPTVpBLlm-g/Tct7EcaRB4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/cPuZT9JiFvg/s1600/DSCN2117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPTVpBLlm-g/Tct7EcaRB4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/cPuZT9JiFvg/s320/DSCN2117.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NB1opBFu4Hg/Tct7H2cxi5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CnE8IYxxTpo/s1600/DSCN2120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NB1opBFu4Hg/Tct7H2cxi5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CnE8IYxxTpo/s320/DSCN2120.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS. Being covered in sand really isn't all that fun. The sun is shining in your eyes, you can't breathe. And have sand in every pore of your body for days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8c48bLxO1q0/Tct7JGYuDnI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dHMxBOuVqI8/s1600/DSCN2123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8c48bLxO1q0/Tct7JGYuDnI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dHMxBOuVqI8/s640/DSCN2123.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DN-mXOJVGo/Tct7KeVXyOI/AAAAAAAAAdc/2PyA4NknOTA/s1600/DSCN2125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DN-mXOJVGo/Tct7KeVXyOI/AAAAAAAAAdc/2PyA4NknOTA/s400/DSCN2125.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday Night we went to some tasty Italian Resturant called Brio. I love Italian food... Mmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KQRqZGTlw1E/Tct7LnLzmuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qVe4HBmBzcs/s1600/DSCN2139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KQRqZGTlw1E/Tct7LnLzmuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qVe4HBmBzcs/s640/DSCN2139.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We finished off the trip walking around the Fashin District and going to the Temple in LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately my recommend is lost at the moment so I didn't go inside, But the visitors center there is really cool too. And so are the sister missionaries. Talking to them really makes me want to go on a mission. Badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5FgA7bHEUE/Tct7ObQFLQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zaVlYPuFZE8/s1600/DSCN2141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5FgA7bHEUE/Tct7ObQFLQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zaVlYPuFZE8/s640/DSCN2141.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiuR9Pi0Y6s/Tct7NFrVz3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/_uUTttCkKDU/s1600/DSCN2140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiuR9Pi0Y6s/Tct7NFrVz3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/_uUTttCkKDU/s400/DSCN2140.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ps, lookit that palm tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A. it is extremely tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;B. It's going to fall. One day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. That was the trip in the a Nutshell. I am pretty sure this sisters trip is definitely going to become an annual tradition. The husbands missed their wives... But I am just so glad my husband is so understanding and willing to let me go on fun trips like this without him!! Uh... wait. But really, the other husbands were so great to let their wifeys leave them behind.It was just so great to just get away and do everything guys don't traditionally love to do. Like shop and lay around at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks men for letting us go!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a wonderful trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now tomorrow I'm off to Eagar AZ to visit Tsnacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know, all I ever do is go on little trips.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isn't it great?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1424172082097848993?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1424172082097848993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1424172082097848993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1424172082097848993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1424172082097848993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-time.html' title='one time.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nGnoEVtr60/Tct64Nx_FYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ZDJYc3NCajc/s72-c/DSCN2078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7924494660588748725</id><published>2011-05-03T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T00:25:36.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine lollipops &amp; rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life has been oh so good to me lately! Really, I don't think I deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, mom went outta town and I was the stand in mom... and let me tell you, I was basically Tara;s full time nurse... although I am not complaining. We got some quality bonding time in... if you know what I mean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, Nate-dawg my studdly little brother rocks at the sport called Volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyZdZ7QSIGQ/Tb-rZA8IlBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6ngwQP8D6OU/s1600/DSCN2054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyZdZ7QSIGQ/Tb-rZA8IlBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6ngwQP8D6OU/s640/DSCN2054.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tara's recovery included lots of food network and modern family, a few bike rides, and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baking this massive beyond massive cake!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This all went down on Thursday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7hKzja-lVk/Tb-raqEjyJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Ti21zi03WLA/s1600/DSCN2057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7hKzja-lVk/Tb-raqEjyJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Ti21zi03WLA/s640/DSCN2057.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6w0jPVT3tI/Tb-rcGkiveI/AAAAAAAAAck/4yQloN0uUgU/s1600/DSCN2061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6w0jPVT3tI/Tb-rcGkiveI/AAAAAAAAAck/4yQloN0uUgU/s640/DSCN2061.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRdlhpNsxhY/Tb-rdrt7IUI/AAAAAAAAAco/NvUZs_otxnU/s1600/DSCN2064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRdlhpNsxhY/Tb-rdrt7IUI/AAAAAAAAAco/NvUZs_otxnU/s640/DSCN2064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I am aware that cake just looks like a bunch of pancakes... but it took us 2 whole hours to make this thing!! I saw the recipe on my most favorite Cake blog ever called Bakerella and felll in love like 4 months ago and have been dying to make it ever since. But, since I am a poor college and mostly lack time to do these kinds of things I never had the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But let me tell you... it was... gross. disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so gross, I gagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, I have never gagged while eating cake before. Okay, I rarely gag while eating food. But something was wrong with this cake. I was quite sad about it actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also other exiting things happened on this night, but I will have to share another time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I am becoming a slacker on this blog now that I am home... now that I am not on the computer nearly as much as in the college life. So we'll see. I'll try and keep up on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peff, Moms, Ter, and I are embarking on an exciting adventure tomorrow!! We are heading to Laguna Beach until Saturday. Hallelujah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so stinking excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7924494660588748725?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7924494660588748725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7924494660588748725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7924494660588748725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7924494660588748725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunshine-lollipops-rainbows.html' title='sunshine lollipops &amp; rainbows'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyZdZ7QSIGQ/Tb-rZA8IlBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6ngwQP8D6OU/s72-c/DSCN2054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-3315091204585945182</id><published>2011-04-27T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:00:04.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thats what I keep thinking to myself. And there is so much to be blogged about but I am so behing that I don't even know where to begin. Okay fine, I do. But it has been a week since I blogged.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ready, set, recap!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago today I took my geography final... and boy did that one feel great to get over with! I also was on campus from 7-9 with 2 hours of sleep. Huge headache+little food+lots of work = a not very amazing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday I went to Maglebeys for the first time. Then I went strait to campus and I took my last final!! And let me tell you... it felt good! It felt great actually! Taking that last final is just the best feeling ever. Thennn I ran strait to the Marriot Center to go to Travis's commencement. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IypVsWybMlU/Tbi-zC9fLgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KXAyKcqb7no/s1600/DSCN1983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IypVsWybMlU/Tbi-zC9fLgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KXAyKcqb7no/s640/DSCN1983.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;holy huge graduating class.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXSd2HSot7s/Tbi-fXk1dOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tzjHvmpOTj4/s1600/DSCN1978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXSd2HSot7s/Tbi-fXk1dOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tzjHvmpOTj4/s640/DSCN1978.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;inside the Marriot&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTfAGpaXV4E/TbjA30Qs1sI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XHwYTkDcmJo/s1600/DSCN1986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M3HtO6Krcg4/TbjA5HU6vfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/urfuLWZcaHU/s1600/DSCN1989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M3HtO6Krcg4/TbjA5HU6vfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/urfuLWZcaHU/s400/DSCN1989.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTfAGpaXV4E/TbjA30Qs1sI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XHwYTkDcmJo/s1600/DSCN1986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTfAGpaXV4E/TbjA30Qs1sI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XHwYTkDcmJo/s400/DSCN1986.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday ended with me packing my whole apartment up which resulted in and keeping val awake until 2 am. I really am so bad at packing! But I did get rid of a whole box of &amp;nbsp;useless/sentimental/useless stuff. Last time I moved from the dorms to the colony I got rid of a box of stuff as well... so I am thinking the more I move, the more stuff I will get rid of, and easier it will get! Although I did add a whole box of books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning came early.&lt;br /&gt;At 6 am I found myself outside in a nice dress that I was going to wear to Trav's graduation later... hauling boxes everywhere... unfortunately all my other clothes were packed away for good. We then moved most of my belongings to Gpa Schlappi's garage for the summer. After that we rushed to graduation and it was great! I want to graduate like, now. Fun fact: out of the 7 people that got PhD's, 4 of the were from China. Asian Invasion... they are taking over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoUed-cSMxg/TbjCK328unI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ILUyONTPQzo/s1600/DSCN1994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoUed-cSMxg/TbjCK328unI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ILUyONTPQzo/s640/DSCN1994.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really gonna miss this kid.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlG3dNzL4so/TbjCMwnyi3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/u8qYB0IjE0s/s1600/DSCN1995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlG3dNzL4so/TbjCMwnyi3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/u8qYB0IjE0s/s640/DSCN1995.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the grandparents came. huzzah!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Travis... pulled out one of his famous winkey faces ;););) I barely caught it on camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--EJpZNvn6hI/TbjCOe0OuLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Aig2uoWrm9I/s1600/DSCN1996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--EJpZNvn6hI/TbjCOe0OuLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Aig2uoWrm9I/s320/DSCN1996.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0gGT9FPj1I/TbjCSjtmp1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/lPUjakNC_ak/s1600/DSCN1999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0gGT9FPj1I/TbjCSjtmp1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/lPUjakNC_ak/s320/DSCN1999.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6RXogJoWT-k/TbjCU9YPn-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/5Mtlm104OiY/s1600/DSCN2000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6RXogJoWT-k/TbjCU9YPn-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/5Mtlm104OiY/s640/DSCN2000.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only a few of Travis's fans... Thanks DeeDee for coming out!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After graduation I had to deep clean my whole apartment... (still in dress. so fun)... and travis's whole apartment. and be out by 3 pm. It was a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we headed over to Lehi to have a little party with the Schlappi family. Travis loved his sign... as you can tell. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBTjj18aliU/TbjCWiAliMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6zp3B6ZQDmU/s1600/DSCN2006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBTjj18aliU/TbjCWiAliMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6zp3B6ZQDmU/s400/DSCN2006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEXQToxY424/TbjCYMV31vI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fmSuO6FAwQk/s1600/DSCN2012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEXQToxY424/TbjCYMV31vI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fmSuO6FAwQk/s640/DSCN2012.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;collett made travis some "smarty pants"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I headed home! We left early and I got home in time to watch the last night of the Easter Pageant. I loved it. Love love love. Easter isn't easter without the Easter Pageant at the Mesa temple. I also got to see Brigham my adorable nephew who is getting huge!! I am just so happy to be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was Easter. I love Easter. It was an amazing day as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday Tara, mom, and I left to the ER at 6:00 in the a.m. She needed surgery on her head &lt;i&gt;again.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a long day and She didn't go through the double doors for surgery until 3 in the afternoon. We stayed with her until about 10 that night and then Josh stayed the night with her. I posted more details are on her blog &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://taraschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/surgery-number-4.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday Tara came home and I stayed home, unpacked and watched Food Network with her... I'd say it was a great day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now today. I am pretty much Tara's personal nurse. I went on a run today finally and it felt amazing. Tara felt good enough to ride next to me on a bike! I was honestly shocked she felt good enough but it was a grand old time :) My mom flew out to Provo tonight for a little vacation with all the sisters on the Schlappi side... So that means I'm the Mom for the weekend! That means... cooking, driving nate-dawg around, cleaning, cooking again, and cleaning. Oh plus taking Tara to all her doctors appointments and making&amp;nbsp;sure she takes all her pills and everything. It's going to be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, writting this annoyingly long blog post motivated me to not get behind anymore!! But we'll see... my blog may become nonexistent over the summer because I will be in Mesa.... So hello to 9 hour work days and early bedtimes and say goodbye to interesting blog posts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-3315091204585945182?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/3315091204585945182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=3315091204585945182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3315091204585945182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3315091204585945182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-should-blog.html' title='I should blog...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IypVsWybMlU/Tbi-zC9fLgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KXAyKcqb7no/s72-c/DSCN1983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-6827086053459063163</id><published>2011-04-20T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:21:57.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh frabjous day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This weekend some of the rommies and I went on an adventure. To find the Provo Castle... And oh boy, was it an adventure!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It started out with some deer chasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6_P64ldeRo/Ta-WH38BkdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/MfHiuWKYHo0/s1600/IMG_0919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6_P64ldeRo/Ta-WH38BkdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/MfHiuWKYHo0/s640/IMG_0919.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had to make sure they knew I came in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2EkW6-vJaEk/Ta-WK5RAJtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/W308VQGfZwM/s1600/IMG_0462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2EkW6-vJaEk/Ta-WK5RAJtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/W308VQGfZwM/s400/IMG_0462.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;THEN we finally found the CASTLE!!! Best day ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ee2320QgTwo/Ta-WM9rIEfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZBhdLXG2xjg/s1600/IMG_0469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ee2320QgTwo/Ta-WM9rIEfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZBhdLXG2xjg/s640/IMG_0469.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cool huih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9h12OLifNms/Ta-WNgzt9UI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YUqKOsur3G4/s1600/207531_10150567432830704_817440703_18220782_4437619_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9h12OLifNms/Ta-WNgzt9UI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YUqKOsur3G4/s640/207531_10150567432830704_817440703_18220782_4437619_n.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-St24jhdkDzY/Ta-WPaXXZ_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/GeQGyH2QZgY/s1600/204468_10150567436755704_817440703_18220828_2085016_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-St24jhdkDzY/Ta-WPaXXZ_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/GeQGyH2QZgY/s640/204468_10150567436755704_817440703_18220828_2085016_o.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sure anne loved the multiple very&amp;nbsp;attractive&amp;nbsp;pictures of us we left for her on her camera :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2TxDPcJ0LU/Ta-WRDrk4lI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rRT12GKUwbQ/s1600/IMG_0482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2TxDPcJ0LU/Ta-WRDrk4lI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rRT12GKUwbQ/s400/IMG_0482.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;PROVO. Ya read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHMLQC-i6Yg/Ta-WRqz8T3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3hutWrd4_DQ/s1600/204468_10150567436750704_817440703_18220827_7282158_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHMLQC-i6Yg/Ta-WRqz8T3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3hutWrd4_DQ/s640/204468_10150567436750704_817440703_18220827_7282158_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, here's to life!! This semester is almost over!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I went to bed at 2 a.m. and woke up at 4 a.m to study more for my 7 o clock final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For all you non-math majors that's only 2 HOURS of sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For breakfast I had kool-aid and a cupcake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finals week is so good to me :)&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/1305501723630016082-6827086053459063163?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/6827086053459063163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=6827086053459063163&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6827086053459063163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6827086053459063163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-frabjous-day.html' title='oh frabjous day'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6_P64ldeRo/Ta-WH38BkdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/MfHiuWKYHo0/s72-c/IMG_0919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4835834075849660419</id><published>2011-04-19T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T19:05:18.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;doesn't this looks simply amazing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Yeah, mom we need to invest in a&amp;nbsp;hammock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf4ft8zcC5g/Ta45Zz2-a9I/AAAAAAAAAak/NY1dS2p6H14/s1600/tumblr_le2ywyS4ST1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf4ft8zcC5g/Ta45Zz2-a9I/AAAAAAAAAak/NY1dS2p6H14/s640/tumblr_le2ywyS4ST1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;But oh, I took 2 finals today! Holler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I am I got a 71% on my American Heritage test!!!! Please, keep your praise to yourself... I know I am just so smart! :) haha Oh, and my Book of Mormon test. I actually enjoyed taking that test. It was refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;But now I think I'ma pull an all nighter and study for Geography which starts at 7 in the A.M tomorrow morning. Yes, my professor wants to make it the most enjoyable experience ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;But all night I will be dreaming I was in a hammock under a nice shady tree with a good read and a tall glass of ice cold lemonade... &lt;i&gt;wouldn't that be nice&lt;/i&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/1305501723630016082-4835834075849660419?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4835834075849660419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4835834075849660419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4835834075849660419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4835834075849660419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/wishing.html' title='wishing...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf4ft8zcC5g/Ta45Zz2-a9I/AAAAAAAAAak/NY1dS2p6H14/s72-c/tumblr_le2ywyS4ST1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-8818759267512140955</id><published>2011-04-18T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:18:38.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blehhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Let's face it. Its hard to be happy during finals week. Actually, it is hard to do a lot of things... like study, find time to eat or sleep, be a cordial human being... etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;But mostly it is hard to keep a good attitude/perspective on thigs (&lt;i&gt;which I try to do most of the time&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weather is miserable out there. Really, Grey skies, and a constant downpour of rain. And to top it all of, it's stinking windy out there so an umbrella is useless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have 4 finals left. 4! There are only 3 days left to take them... oh joy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um hi. I am working for 9 hours today. 9 HOURS!! With no break. Yes 11 am to 8 in the freaking evening. Why do I do this to myself?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24 hours of work in 4 days. Yes, those 4 days happen to be the same 4 days that the testing center is open and finals are given out. That's averaging 6 hours a day at work people. &lt;b&gt;DURING FINALS WEEK&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Insanity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Again with the weather, it is making me depressed. Weird how much weather can affect my mood. I shouldn't let it.&lt;i&gt; I am in control of my emotions!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was feeling very under the weather/ill during both the reading days. Therefore I got not much done. So now I have to get A LOT done. Make up 48 hours of lost time. Love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;But hey, life is good still... right?&lt;b&gt; Right!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;So therefore I should make a happy list. A list of things that make me happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fact that I am going home in... 5 DAYS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cadbury eggs. Good thing I bought those, they are saving my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Okay, happy list over. Back to finals. Although, it is so hard to focus on finals when all I can think about is how much I have &lt;i&gt;ZERO&lt;/i&gt; interest in anything I am studying AND how all I want to do is party with my family &lt;b&gt;AND &lt;/b&gt;how I need to buy a car in the next two weeks...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I will make myself study. I always do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #999999;"&gt;Maybe I just stress to much. maybe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-8818759267512140955?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/8818759267512140955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=8818759267512140955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8818759267512140955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8818759267512140955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/blehhh.html' title='blehhh'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1641111258164105333</id><published>2011-04-16T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T13:41:45.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;did I mention only &lt;i&gt;168 HOURS&lt;/i&gt; until I will be HOME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;that's only 7 days people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1641111258164105333?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1641111258164105333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1641111258164105333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1641111258164105333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1641111258164105333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-hey.html' title='oh hey'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4918500501876582013</id><published>2011-04-15T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:23:15.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pothead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I am not one... But I had to get drug tested just to make sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lets be honest... I was&lt;i&gt; super&lt;/i&gt; nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Now before you judge, I wasn't nervous because I am some druggie, but because those places scare the heebie jeebies outta me! Serious.&lt;br /&gt;And, before today I have only had &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; experience with having to pee in a cup and make sure it was the right temperature. About a year ago actually...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you how it went down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So&amp;nbsp;I go to the&amp;nbsp;sketchiest&amp;nbsp;part of&amp;nbsp;Phoenix&amp;nbsp;and it's in some building in the corner... I walk in and I don't they believe in lightbulbs because it is so dark in there. And it looks like this place hasn't been cleaned in 10 years. Seriuosly, it was falling apart. So some super scary lady is talking to me in a whisper, I don't even know what she is saying but she takes my phone and wallet and all my belongings and thne and takes me down some long, dark, and completely creepy hallway to a room in the back. If I didn't already had to pee, I needed to now. So I pee in a cup. Bring it out to her. She gives me scary looks and then I leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, it wasn't a very fun experience&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was&amp;nbsp;definably&amp;nbsp;scared for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT! It was great! It was in some nice office with lots of light and nice people all around! really, for a drug testing office this place was great. And not awkward at all surprisingly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So moral of the story is... get drug tested in Draper Utah instead of Phoenix and you are guaranteed a 500% better experience!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-4918500501876582013?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4918500501876582013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4918500501876582013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4918500501876582013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4918500501876582013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/pothead.html' title='pothead'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-2483723662491300969</id><published>2011-04-13T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T18:39:36.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its that time...</title><content type='html'>Yes, that time has come again. The time where college students everywhere survive for days without sleep and walk around looking like zombies with glazed eyes and drool coming out of their mouths. That time where every project and paper you could have ever dreamed of is due on the same day. That time where you have stale cereal and expired milk for every meal of the day. The time where no one even has time to&lt;i&gt; think&lt;/i&gt; about taking a shower. The time where the only study spots left in the library is on that tiny table in dark corner no one knows about on the 1st floor. Yes my dear&amp;nbsp;comrades, &lt;i&gt;finals week is finally here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are too aware of the feeling of no matter how hard you study for your American Heritage, Chemistry, or Econ test, there isn't even a glimmer of hope for a C. We have all seen the people passed out on the computers in the Labs and people having&amp;nbsp;seizures&amp;nbsp;outside of the library. Yes, this is the one week in the semester where this is not an&amp;nbsp;unusual&amp;nbsp;occurrence&amp;nbsp;and people just walk by without even thinking twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all know that college students will do anything for free food.... but during finals week people are especially desperate. I saw this line at 11 a.m. after I got out of my music 101 class...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And yes, the line goes from the WILK to the end of the JKB... all for a free &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hot dog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84-3UmymVJQ/TaZN-4Be87I/AAAAAAAAAac/irCmh1BadBo/s1600/yes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84-3UmymVJQ/TaZN-4Be87I/AAAAAAAAAac/irCmh1BadBo/s640/yes.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;also, please don't judge the horrible photshop job... this is really 3 pictures taken super quickly on a camera phone... I didn't really have much of a chance of this actually turning out normal, but I tried my best... kinda.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, I wish you all luck on your finals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lets all try to avoid having mental breakdowns or developing Tourette's syndrome... because final's week tends to do that to people :)&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/1305501723630016082-2483723662491300969?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/2483723662491300969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=2483723662491300969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2483723662491300969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2483723662491300969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-that-time.html' title='Its that time...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84-3UmymVJQ/TaZN-4Be87I/AAAAAAAAAac/irCmh1BadBo/s72-c/yes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7137784992294794298</id><published>2011-04-11T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T17:45:32.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over the river and through the woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The end is near!!! 2 more days of classes. Whoopie!! Whoopie pies? I want to make those. Lately I am realizing that my favorite posts to post are the ones of me just rambling. I don't have the slightest idea why, and I'm sure none of you even like them slash read them. Actually I think I know why... this is normal life. Normal life is me rambling... It's a real problem and I talk at 100 miles an hour, but I don't mind. Or notice most of the time. That's why I don't like to bear my testimony in church.. because it is embarrassing and I ramble and speak fast. Oh joy. I feel like when I post these posts I am not even doing anything. It is great! I am usually just looking around the computer lab making sure no one is doing anything bad and don't even have to think! Yes! Blogging rambling posts is therapy! Great! So many exclamation points!! I am doing something semi-productive but not thinking. Oh this feels great. Rambling therapy. It's a new thing. I love it. Speaking of therapy, did I mention I was thinking about majoring in Rec. Therapy? Yeah, I'm pretty exited about that thought... even though it's not even official. I feel exited that I even am having thoughts about what to major in. That has not ever really even happened to me before. Wow. Life is good, life is great, life is wonderful. No I am not stressed about my classes I am failing and papers I still have to write. Not one bit. I hope you all know that I am lying. Because I am. I am so super stressed. And not even about school, about other events that are too personal for this bliggity bloggity boo. So I will keep those in my head for now, or for never. Guess what! Val, gets home today. YES! Seriously, I miss that girl. What on earth am I going to do without her? I don't know because we complete each other and have the most craziest times together. It's real. But yes, she comes home today and then we have 12 days to party slash not really party because it will be finals week so I will be stressing and no fun. But it's all good. Hakuna Matata right? In 20 years I will not even remember that I failed my geography test right? Right? Hopefully right....Anyway I think my thereputic blogging is coming to an end. Now it's time for me to go through and read everything I just wrote. Oh how fun. Wait! Did I mention I am going home&amp;nbsp; in 12 DAYS!!! YES! I am indeed going home. It is going to be awesome. It snowed/rained all day on saturday. It was miserable. But, here comes the sun because Mesa is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The End.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunniest.ru/wp-content/uploads/funnormalsometimesipretendtobenormalquotemeeverquotes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://sunniest.ru/wp-content/uploads/funnormalsometimesipretendtobenormalquotemeeverquotes.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I think I should call this blog my boyfriend because after reading this I decided that this would be a normal conversation with me and my boyfriend. Assuming I had one. But I don't. So this blog is my stand in Boyfriend that I tell everything too. Poor guy.. maybe this is why I don't have a man. Probably, I don't need a man. Just a blog :) These boys can't handle all this rambling of mine anyway. Right? Uh, It's time to find me a man. Ha, wait... who am I kidding. Boyfriend? Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7137784992294794298?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7137784992294794298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7137784992294794298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7137784992294794298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7137784992294794298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/over-river-and-through-woods.html' title='over the river and through the woods'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-3454833200875236051</id><published>2011-04-09T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:47:38.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood.</title><content type='html'>I"M SOO HAPPY! Why? Because our video is finnallyyyy DONE! Done done. &lt;br /&gt;So here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preston Alder calls me one random night and asks me to be in some video he is making for his ward thing. I agree to it but give him fair warning that I am not a good actress at all. I mean really, I can't even keep a strait face. Anyway a week or two later we start filming this video. Combined it took us 150 hours of work. Yeah, unreal. Preston Alder was the great director/editor and Ryan Faulkner was the videographer. And let me tell you... this guy is TALENTED! Seriously, he is a photographer as well and is super legit. Lets just say I was just a&lt;i&gt; little&lt;/i&gt; intimidated by his skills and hard core equipment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, we used my adorable cousin Kenna Worthington as the little girl and she was absolutely perfect!!&amp;nbsp; Shooting with a 3 year old can take hours, a couple bags of Skittles and be kinda hard... but it worked! And we could not asked for a better girl for this video. She is adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyywayy... here it is. It's about how I broke up with this dude because he is a fat jerk and then he has a change of heart after a series of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it, it rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="435" width="720"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/03_idrHwhqE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/03_idrHwhqE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="720" height="435"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seriously feels so good to finally see a finished product! And I barely did anything! Ryan and Preston edited the whole thing... But yes, definitely have watched this like 25 times. I can't get over it :)&lt;br /&gt;No more nights filming until 1 in the a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, and check out Ryan's blog. He is so dang talented...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ryanfaulknerphotography.com/#a=0&amp;amp;at=0&amp;amp;mi=1&amp;amp;pt=0&amp;amp;pi=1&amp;amp;s=0&amp;amp;p=-1"&gt;http://www.ryanfaulknerphotography.com&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/1305501723630016082-3454833200875236051?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/3454833200875236051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=3454833200875236051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3454833200875236051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3454833200875236051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/hollywood.html' title='Hollywood.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-2008507519695866394</id><published>2011-04-08T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:34:04.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day to day</title><content type='html'>Today was been wonderful. I woke up earlier than normal. Was productive. Went to 2 classes, and then while sitting in my 3rd I had to frantically leave early because I forgot I picked up someone shift that started in 40 mintes! So it basically flipped my day upside down. I had to miss my geography class, then walked oh so speedily home, had 15 minutes to change into work appropriate clothes AND do my cleaning check, then I speedily walked back to campus and clocked in. Whew! And I thought I was going to have a lax day... Definitely planned on going home and baking something tasty, but alas I am here. At work, blogging. Yay go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Also&lt;/b&gt;! It was so cloudy outside this morning that I could barely see the huge mountain outside my window. But, I didn't even care because I was perfectly happy when I woke up this morning. Why? Because I got &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11 hours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of sleep last night!!! Serious. And because of that I wasn't even tired when I woke up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; my friends, is one of the best feelings ever &lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I should have 9 p.m. be my bedtime ALL the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &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/1305501723630016082-2008507519695866394?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/2008507519695866394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=2008507519695866394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2008507519695866394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/2008507519695866394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-to-day.html' title='day to day'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-6264458613748454480</id><published>2011-04-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:32:05.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get me one of these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/636086_hZVMILtK_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/636086_hZVMILtK_c.jpg" width="526" /&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/1305501723630016082-6264458613748454480?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/6264458613748454480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=6264458613748454480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6264458613748454480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6264458613748454480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/get-me-one-of-these.html' title='get me one of these...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-3301744706802723977</id><published>2011-04-05T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T14:41:45.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am currently missing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKAWXeS7AW0/TZuL3R0P09I/AAAAAAAAAZo/vbYr0vhrM9A/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+5+%25283%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKAWXeS7AW0/TZuL3R0P09I/AAAAAAAAAZo/vbYr0vhrM9A/s640/Video+call+snapshot+5+%25283%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am part of the Chubby Wubby Bunnies Club. Now lick you lips and SMILE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0pqkq5f_Zc/TZuL3PKQRZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ncSl8P4GE7I/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+2+%25283%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0pqkq5f_Zc/TZuL3PKQRZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ncSl8P4GE7I/s640/Video+call+snapshot+2+%25283%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey, that's my room!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHSK507Dvj8/TZuL35-dbAI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_QTAIHC7HJo/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+12+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHSK507Dvj8/TZuL35-dbAI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_QTAIHC7HJo/s640/Video+call+snapshot+12+%25282%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I am aware that my nephew is adorable :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jW3hst0q4XU/TZuL4BWw5NI/AAAAAAAAAZw/frrbOUxqhKc/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+13+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jW3hst0q4XU/TZuL4BWw5NI/AAAAAAAAAZw/frrbOUxqhKc/s640/Video+call+snapshot+13+%25282%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;puppy. I miss her&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R--yGnMrRIQ/TZuL5BtGEnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Hpt46AtGXMo/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+18.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R--yGnMrRIQ/TZuL5BtGEnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Hpt46AtGXMo/s640/Video+call+snapshot+18.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are not related. I promise!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;I could Skype these people all day, everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;HOME in 18 DAYS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-3301744706802723977?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/3301744706802723977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=3301744706802723977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3301744706802723977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3301744706802723977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/homesick.html' title='homesick'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKAWXeS7AW0/TZuL3R0P09I/AAAAAAAAAZo/vbYr0vhrM9A/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+5+%25283%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1177022130379761155</id><published>2011-04-03T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:28:06.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not kidding.&amp;nbsp;This weekend was absolutely FANTASTIC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I did a bunch of things that I had never done before... A weekend of Firsts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. First time having a Chipotle burrito. I know, &lt;i&gt;how have a LIVED?!&lt;/i&gt; I don't even know honestly, but I got a steak burrito fajita style... aka sauted peppers and onions. YUM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LCKdkXZRnI/TZkhm0C5TlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/kVCLSEglhqs/s1600/IMG_0781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LCKdkXZRnI/TZkhm0C5TlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/kVCLSEglhqs/s400/IMG_0781.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. First time winning something &lt;b&gt;ever.&lt;/b&gt; Well, I didn't really win this, but I caught a&amp;nbsp;water-bottle thing&amp;nbsp;at my uncles wheelchair basketball game. I felt pretty special :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk_p5jyamrY/TZkhndRdJvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/E3MxhWxGfdg/s1600/IMG_0797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk_p5jyamrY/TZkhndRdJvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/E3MxhWxGfdg/s400/IMG_0797.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. First time ever witnessing THIS! Crazy yeah? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpMECcXIY6E/TZkhn4h-HQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tehzhBjnxWI/s1600/IMG_0800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpMECcXIY6E/TZkhn4h-HQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tehzhBjnxWI/s400/IMG_0800.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. First time meeting SHAWN BRADLEY. seriously, he is so tall!! And his wifey is 5'4... what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mlu-vNz9HqY/TZkhoC5ltWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/YH5GgdoDWn8/s1600/IMG_0801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mlu-vNz9HqY/TZkhoC5ltWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/YH5GgdoDWn8/s640/IMG_0801.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. First time making oreo rice crispy treats. And let me tell you... they are delicous. Me and val had a movie night complete with a stupid movie, Milk-shakes, oreo treats, and popcorn. Only the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AuUN8w9VlfI/TZkhofrOBSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e6VHvKcn_fo/s1600/IMG_0810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AuUN8w9VlfI/TZkhofrOBSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e6VHvKcn_fo/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_oJbvlu23Q/TZkho740LmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kZNVO78MaLo/s1600/IMG_0812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_oJbvlu23Q/TZkho740LmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kZNVO78MaLo/s400/IMG_0812.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;6. First time standing on the corner of temple sqaure holding up a finger so people will give me tickets. First of all, it was FREEZING! And secondly, everyone should go because it is SO easy &amp;nbsp;to get tickets! Really, in like 15 minutes we had 11 tickets. So great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOFC6os2lwE/TZkhpJFKO6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/dwnOafMNjVo/s1600/IMG_0817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOFC6os2lwE/TZkhpJFKO6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/dwnOafMNjVo/s400/IMG_0817.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FIRST TIME EVER GOING TO GENERAL CONFERENCE!!! Really, I was pretty dang excited. The second session on Sunday morning we had seats on the bottom floor. I loved it. Love love love. Also, the conference center is HUGE and there were probably a million and a half people in there. I am so glad I could go to 2 sessions of conference. It is incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhnOAVqIA6k/TZkhpWvhDoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wGZoxyjz6VU/s1600/IMG_0820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhnOAVqIA6k/TZkhpWvhDoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wGZoxyjz6VU/s640/IMG_0820.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. First time ever being in a blizzard. Okay, not really... but it is freaking APRIL 3RD and it was snowing like it was it's jobbb. Count on Utah to have 70 degree weather one day and snowing the next... ughh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJRLpXlanpY/TZkhp5YbnXI/AAAAAAAAAYs/BbXaCDVFdDc/s1600/IMG_0823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJRLpXlanpY/TZkhp5YbnXI/AAAAAAAAAYs/BbXaCDVFdDc/s400/IMG_0823.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4onN7-WMLI/TZkhqBxp64I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7l-jo7X_yW0/s1600/IMG_0825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4onN7-WMLI/TZkhqBxp64I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7l-jo7X_yW0/s400/IMG_0825.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this weekend...&lt;i&gt; like always&lt;/i&gt;... was AMAZING! What made it extra amazing was going to General Conference. I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I am so&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;blessed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1177022130379761155?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1177022130379761155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1177022130379761155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1177022130379761155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1177022130379761155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/04/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LCKdkXZRnI/TZkhm0C5TlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/kVCLSEglhqs/s72-c/IMG_0781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-5403978370612003175</id><published>2011-03-30T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:24:33.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 followers!!</title><content type='html'>Holy cow I feel so cool! Okay not really, but kinda :)&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday in the Kindie-garden class I got two compliments. Well maybe 2... I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. That I look like the princess off of One Brave Mouse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. That I smell good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure if number 2 coming from a kindergartner is a compliment... well maybe, it could mean I smell like a corn-dog which in their minds is "good"... But I think I just smell good. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first compliment I was sure was a compliment but I had never heard of that movie before so I had to google it of course. And this is what I found out. It is really called&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;The Tale of Despereaux. &lt;/b&gt;And the princess seems super sad.&amp;nbsp;I think regardless of weather or not I look like her it's a compliment to be remembered by the shyest/cutest little boy in the class. Seriously, it was so cute when he told me, you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, this is her. I guess her name is Princess Pea? I think I'm gonna have to watch this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agirlsworld.com/rachel/hangin-with/pix/desperaux-pea1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.agirlsworld.com/rachel/hangin-with/pix/desperaux-pea1.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allthetests.com/quiz29/picture/pic_1295083578_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.allthetests.com/quiz29/picture/pic_1295083578_5.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01203/desprx_cha_Pea_1203338c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01203/desprx_cha_Pea_1203338c.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buzzine.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/the_tale_of_despereaux2_20081219-300x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.buzzine.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/the_tale_of_despereaux2_20081219-300x300.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodchicago.com/sites/default/files/slideshow/Despereaux27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://www.hollywoodchicago.com/sites/default/files/slideshow/Despereaux27.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that cute little kid thinks I look like her... But what do you guys think? Have I found my new doopleganger?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-5403978370612003175?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/5403978370612003175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=5403978370612003175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5403978370612003175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5403978370612003175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/40-followers.html' title='40 followers!!'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1230457129229194064</id><published>2011-03-29T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T13:28:14.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blast from the past.</title><content type='html'>Oh wow. Facebook really is a wonderful thing. Really! Here's why:: My good friend Marissa Stoker put up some pictures from oh you know, back in the day and since we were inseperable from age 4... Lets just say I was in a couple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's true that pictures really say a thousand words. I could go on and on and on about this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the story: back in the day I would go to Miss's house probably every day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we would do one of 2 things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Play dress up, or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Play house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only did she have the most dress ups, but her older sister Ashley LOVED to dress us up! Really, it was amazing. So Ashley would always dress us up and&amp;nbsp; make little outfits for us out of fabric and boas... kinda like miss's in this picture. BUT I would never let ashley dress me up immodestly... So pictures like this always turned out; Miss with her little devil outfit, and me with my completely modest angel outfit. Hahah... amazing. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, Ashley would always take off my glasses for the picture to make me look prettier or something... But the result was my crossed eyes. Oh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz-ix5XPoNo/TZIkeBrvcdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/x_z5uXenQSM/s1600/194050_10150138476287825_545287824_6650354_7785389_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz-ix5XPoNo/TZIkeBrvcdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/x_z5uXenQSM/s640/194050_10150138476287825_545287824_6650354_7785389_o.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmYSosUIK04/TZIkLmvYIPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Vw9LLZQj7BA/s1600/194050_10150138476287825_545287824_6650354_7785389_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another picture at the Stokers. I was such and awkward child...&amp;nbsp; You get a better look at my gargantuan glasses in this one! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtUucyV0n5U/TZIil5svAOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/02AJgvdpqtw/s1600/204995_10150138462557825_545287824_6650044_531098_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtUucyV0n5U/TZIil5svAOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/02AJgvdpqtw/s640/204995_10150138462557825_545287824_6650044_531098_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my 7th grade... we look like such babies. I swear 7th graders now a days look like I did when I was in high school... doing their hair all good and wearing all this hard-core makeup. Wait, I still don't do my hair and wear tons of make-up... uh... Yeah, kids are growing up way to fast these days. It's almost as if they are skipping their awkward stage. NOT OKAY. If I had to go through my awkward stage seen here, than my kids will have to too :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, weird that little Meghan Peifer is already married!! Holy crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWnYct-MRj0/TZIimGH9-CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Sb0uzW3URDE/s1600/210817_10150138461422825_545287824_6650022_1837029_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWnYct-MRj0/TZIimGH9-CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Sb0uzW3URDE/s640/210817_10150138461422825_545287824_6650022_1837029_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last but not least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a little downtime at work so I created this little gem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture on the right was taken at our ward Halloween party our senior year, and the picture on the left is from above but we were probably 5 years old. A 13 year stretch here people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just goes to show that people never change!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij156G_caOk/TZOSVtaNXCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/aHleQZIa9rA/s1600/204395_10150221534658902_568653901_9058157_8309406_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij156G_caOk/TZOSVtaNXCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/aHleQZIa9rA/s640/204395_10150221534658902_568653901_9058157_8309406_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZl7lw9aPns/TZIlxY7v0II/AAAAAAAAAXk/3PSyh0SXIbw/s1600/204395_10150221534658902_568653901_9058157_8309406_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, basically most of my best and funniest memories are with this girl!! It's weird not seeing her every week and I swear I will always think of something funny and then no one will get it except I know if Miss was here she would, and we would laugh together. Moral of the story is, Marissa Anne Stoker needs to get her booty up to Provo ASAP! Because I miss her, and these pictures made me laugh for hours. and wait, I am still laughing because they are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO good news minute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SOLD MY SPRING/SUMMER CONTRACT!!!! Mesa, Az here I come!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1230457129229194064?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1230457129229194064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1230457129229194064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1230457129229194064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1230457129229194064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/blast-from-past.html' title='blast from the past.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz-ix5XPoNo/TZIkeBrvcdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/x_z5uXenQSM/s72-c/194050_10150138476287825_545287824_6650354_7785389_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-5186675358522372384</id><published>2011-03-27T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:56:20.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the spectrum song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;red red&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That song has been running through my head all weekend! Why? Because of the Holi Festival of course! Otherwise known as the Festival of Colors. For those of you who are unaware of what this amazing event is, I will tell you. It is this Indian festival at the Hindu Temple in Spanish Fork. It is basically a celebration welcoming in spring and you take a bunch of colored chalk and throw it around!!! It's basically the most FUN thing I have done all month... well, besides going to Vegas. Anyway, Pictures don't even do this event justice, but I will share my favorites anyway :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were CLEAN!! Well... almost. We wanted a picture where we were completely clean, but some meanies threw color on us as we were making the looong walk from our car to the temple...rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kuV-HvuOSAA/TZAAVHDTBnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/36uO7p0_Mg0/s1600/DSCN1884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kuV-HvuOSAA/TZAAVHDTBnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/36uO7p0_Mg0/s640/DSCN1884.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before the Ceremony. So clean, So Happy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hklKTvmnuQ/TZAAVwXl_BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DKc-F3viB3A/s1600/DSCN1887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hklKTvmnuQ/TZAAVwXl_BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DKc-F3viB3A/s640/DSCN1887.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't the temple super cool? Yeah, it looks strait out of Aladdin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iS62SVasVOI/TZAAWut0ChI/AAAAAAAAAWY/F4LC-xD13vk/s1600/DSCN1891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iS62SVasVOI/TZAAWut0ChI/AAAAAAAAAWY/F4LC-xD13vk/s640/DSCN1891.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 told I look like an Avatar... As long as I get to date Jake Sully... I'm down!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J19Ib3kq5Gw/TZAAXZ3LVII/AAAAAAAAAWc/dTd_VHF8I5A/s1600/DSCN1901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J19Ib3kq5Gw/TZAAXZ3LVII/AAAAAAAAAWc/dTd_VHF8I5A/s640/DSCN1901.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This would be my brother Trever Nicoll... he is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wkgnW_UruI/TZAAYTTfjNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/fafEy5rvS1s/s1600/DSCN1902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wkgnW_UruI/TZAAYTTfjNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/fafEy5rvS1s/s640/DSCN1902.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 4 of us just had a blast and a half. No lie, I love these people to death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8pJ5YbpbOg/TZAAZF1t2oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EonQQwd2kK8/s1600/DSCN1911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8pJ5YbpbOg/TZAAZF1t2oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EonQQwd2kK8/s640/DSCN1911.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take note of the snow on the mountains... yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbjk5Kpbdjw/TZAAZ_rjBgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3ssq-7zEPy4/s1600/DSCN1912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbjk5Kpbdjw/TZAAZ_rjBgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3ssq-7zEPy4/s640/DSCN1912.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goof-balls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ubr5KHiQ7Q/TZAAakPAtsI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HMlBiXbIa9o/s1600/DSCN1917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ubr5KHiQ7Q/TZAAakPAtsI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HMlBiXbIa9o/s640/DSCN1917.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite pictures of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uqhvr6WzVoc/TZAAfalQvZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/t_KyOLwNPAU/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uqhvr6WzVoc/TZAAfalQvZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/t_KyOLwNPAU/s640/IMG_0770.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My lovely roommate.. Love her! Only 2 1/2 more weeks :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4WFFKcev0bE/TZAAfEg7yhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/c3zXgx2pLcM/s1600/IMG_0746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4WFFKcev0bE/TZAAfEg7yhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/c3zXgx2pLcM/s640/IMG_0746.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wouldya LOOK who we saw there! I love them. 4 altos, senior year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mxXdbdxnZw/TZAAcJHDBYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CZxxh96LOBc/s1600/DSCN1925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mxXdbdxnZw/TZAAcJHDBYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CZxxh96LOBc/s640/DSCN1925.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we walked home we started to de-chalk ourselves so it didn't get all over the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trev looked like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND it was&amp;nbsp;hilarious, I really couldn't stop laughing at how silly he looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnEraJNad70/TZAAc_EcQII/AAAAAAAAAW4/h6cYXGgKnvQ/s1600/DSCN1926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnEraJNad70/TZAAc_EcQII/AAAAAAAAAW4/h6cYXGgKnvQ/s640/DSCN1926.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my de-chalking phase. One pink eye and one purple eye. I thought it looked pretty cool! Also, I think I am going to dye my eyebrow purple from now on :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jybdaQMVhY0/TZAAdy_o1_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/AG6Rq96IfVo/s1600/DSCN1930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jybdaQMVhY0/TZAAdy_o1_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/AG6Rq96IfVo/s640/DSCN1930.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I am aware that I look emo in this picture... But I wanted to capture my hair!! Although I didn't do a great job of capturing the whole effect of the hair.... I'm surprised all the color came out!! A lot of girls with blond hair still have pink streaks in their hair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXck8_9uISY/TZAAendNWUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MVH5vEfnFHM/s1600/DSCN1950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXck8_9uISY/TZAAendNWUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MVH5vEfnFHM/s640/DSCN1950.JPG" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, we did a pretttty good job of getting most of the chalk off! But, Troy still looks like a clown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5lfaRIj45k/TZAAfqDNTPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/PzEm4LTbQ1c/s1600/IMG_0773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5lfaRIj45k/TZAAfqDNTPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/PzEm4LTbQ1c/s640/IMG_0773.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ANYWAY! I really just love love loved the Festival of Colors!! I went with the funnest people ever and really had a lot of fun! I'll definitely be coughing up color for the next month because of the HUGE cloud of color that I was&amp;nbsp;engulfed for about 2 minutes but It's okay. I loved it. When&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;thousandfold&amp;nbsp;of people all throw their chalk in the air at once, you literally can't see a thing besides pink and purple and cannot breathe!! There was chalk EVERYWHERE! I&amp;nbsp;literally&amp;nbsp;sneezed purple, my earwax was red, and my shower was a plethora of colors. It was so great!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AND yes, everyone who didn't go this year&lt;b&gt; NEEDS &lt;/b&gt;to go next year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I will be there!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-5186675358522372384?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/5186675358522372384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=5186675358522372384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5186675358522372384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5186675358522372384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/spectrum-song.html' title='the spectrum song'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kuV-HvuOSAA/TZAAVHDTBnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/36uO7p0_Mg0/s72-c/DSCN1884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-5453469087715306521</id><published>2011-03-25T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:54:04.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richie Rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Happy Waffle Day everyone!! Yes I am serious, today is the day of celebrating waffles. Isn't it great? In case you aren't already sure if it is really all the great, I will tell you. &lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;, yes it is great. Because I was starving when I came to work, but now I am not because my lovely co-worker made Waffle Sandwiches. And if you don't know what a Waffle Sandwhich is, thats fine. Neither did I. But they are delectible and I want another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Anyway, while browsing the Yahoo homepage whillist at work, I read an article on how the stupidest things make so much money! For example, the dude who sold pet rocks made &lt;i&gt;15 million&lt;/i&gt; dollars in the first &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 MONTHS!&lt;/b&gt; Holy crap. That's a lot a dough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But then I had my own little thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Why don't I open up my very own IHOW and make millions?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;IHOW obviously standing for the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; International House of Waffles,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;duh&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;IHOP needs some competition... right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I thought I had it made... It was a done deal! My IHOW was going to make me rich and I would never have to work a day in my life again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But &lt;i&gt;thennnn&lt;/i&gt; I had another thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Such thing already exists! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's called,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;THE WAFFLE HOUSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;great.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-5453469087715306521?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/5453469087715306521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=5453469087715306521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5453469087715306521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/5453469087715306521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/richie-rich.html' title='Richie Rich'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-6749976898867205584</id><published>2011-03-24T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:01:19.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is good :)</title><content type='html'>Guess what, today I made the yummiest treat ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drumroll pleaaase....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;BROWNIE STUFFED CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh my goodness... I'm in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Joke I don't know if I'll ever go back to normal cookies, although normal cookies wayy less time consuming. But still. They are&amp;nbsp;delectable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, If someone wants to&amp;nbsp;contribute&amp;nbsp;a new oven to Apt. 481, it would be greatly appreciated. Because our oven is the home to the Black Smoke Monster in Lost. No, I am not even kidding you! It's real, and lives in our oven. Every single time I bake something I have to open the oven door ever 5 minutes to let out the never-ending smoke or else it starts seeping out of the oven. It's actually quite scary I get afraid that it is going to blow up our oven. So now I am hiding out upstairs with all the windows open to try and clear the smoke out of our apartment. Go downstairs, I dare you... You'll suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what it looks like, except coming out of our oven, and not the ground...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/niY7faCx5cI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/niY7faCx5cI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna go eat another cookie now. Those things are just way to good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ALSO, 3 hours until Florida gets Jimmered by the Cougars!!!!!!! So stoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-6749976898867205584?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/6749976898867205584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=6749976898867205584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6749976898867205584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6749976898867205584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-good.html' title='life is good :)'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-36027897294238882</id><published>2011-03-22T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:59:22.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, oh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/9002493_Cp4GlpOz_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/9002493_Cp4GlpOz_c.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No wonder I fail all my tests! This explains everything!! Not only did I fall down cement stairs as wee lass while learning to walk, but I am brain damaging myself.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely fall under numbers &lt;b&gt;2,4,5,6, 7, and 8&lt;/b&gt;. That could be a problem.... But I don't know if I am willing to give up over-eating and high sugar consumption though! Maybe when I'm sick I'll never use my brain and move out of this air pollution. Oh, and I could go without covering my head while I sleep I suppose. There thats only half of them. In order to get more sleep I'm gonna have to quit college and never have a family. Not worth it. But really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to tell my professors I have brain damage and that they should unfail my tests for me :) That'd be super!! Really though.&lt;br /&gt;How many of YOU have brain damage?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-36027897294238882?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/36027897294238882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=36027897294238882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/36027897294238882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/36027897294238882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/uh-oh.html' title='Uh, oh...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7959630911296830297</id><published>2011-03-20T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T18:36:09.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when did your heart go jimmered...</title><content type='html'>No I'm not kidding, last night was the best night ever. Why? Because me and The Jimmer held hands. And it was magical. Maybe not for him, but I think I almost passed out/peed a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;So saturday night the BYU basketball team flew into the Provo airport. So OF COURSE I had to go and greet them being the huge cougar fan I am... :)&lt;br /&gt;We got there and stood in the sprinkling rain for like 40 minutes. LET ME TELL YOU. It was worth every minute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are some colony peeps we saw there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PhNkm2_s3N8/TYaoj1yTjVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6gx-3-CL05U/s1600/IMG_0692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PhNkm2_s3N8/TYaoj1yTjVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6gx-3-CL05U/s640/IMG_0692.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This would be the lovely camera man. He is loved us... AND PUT US ON TV. No joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TScBW3ufPfI/TYaokOBdFpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-jBoJJdPAAg/s1600/IMG_0695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TScBW3ufPfI/TYaokOBdFpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-jBoJJdPAAg/s640/IMG_0695.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe just maybe I touched every bball players hand that walked by. It was so fun, andddd I was screaming my lungs out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7btIZ5yOlrk/TYaokmqNWKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oVXfh7H7cWA/s1600/IMG_0707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7btIZ5yOlrk/TYaokmqNWKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oVXfh7H7cWA/s640/IMG_0707.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is us and Abuou.&lt;br /&gt;Val was a lucky duck and got a picture with Davies, but sadly we got separated...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lastly, WE MADE IT ON TV!!!! Here are some screenshots I took of the video...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wkTtGNBnnPs/TYap5q8duFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/KsvL_WU35Ic/s1600/Picture1+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wkTtGNBnnPs/TYap5q8duFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/KsvL_WU35Ic/s640/Picture1+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--08ZH5mOOag/TYap55MuoiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/cHbgBXMkoEA/s1600/Picture2+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--08ZH5mOOag/TYap55MuoiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/cHbgBXMkoEA/s640/Picture2+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is RIGHT after he grabbed my hand. Oh my goodness. So great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, watch this video. I am in it twice. At .56 and 1.40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div id="kslvid14808304" style="border: 0; margin: 0; outline: 0; padding: 0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://pandora.bonnint.net/video/embed-p.php?id=14808304" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 0; font-size: .75em; margin: 0; outline: 0; padding: 0; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; width: 424px;"&gt;Video Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=14808304"&gt;KSL.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm basically a movie star. And me and jimmer are in love. It's real :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best night ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7959630911296830297?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7959630911296830297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7959630911296830297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7959630911296830297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7959630911296830297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-day-ever.html' title='when did your heart go jimmered...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PhNkm2_s3N8/TYaoj1yTjVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6gx-3-CL05U/s72-c/IMG_0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4106372091420876863</id><published>2011-03-20T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T18:20:27.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend warrior.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh my goodness, this was a great weekend. Picture time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rpJn8Ru_deA/TYampVJ8o5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/snv0CoMtAlI/s1600/IMG_0675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rpJn8Ru_deA/TYampVJ8o5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/snv0CoMtAlI/s640/IMG_0675.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Val made us go to the prison/insane&amp;nbsp;asylum&amp;nbsp;in the dead of night. It was freaking scary.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N_Vw2VAKi7s/TYampnAzOFI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XweXYSff3WU/s1600/IMG_0676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N_Vw2VAKi7s/TYampnAzOFI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XweXYSff3WU/s640/IMG_0676.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we got Yogurtland to make up for it. Who knew yogurtland&amp;nbsp;existed&amp;nbsp;in Utah?! Best news ever.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kIoJZHE2g5k/TYamp-iwVZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5fwF8azrzXw/s1600/IMG_0680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kIoJZHE2g5k/TYamp-iwVZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5fwF8azrzXw/s640/IMG_0680.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;STORY OF OUR LIVES&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VWVZQY04rWs/TYamqOv_E6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ak7C3NEVM_k/s1600/IMG_0681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VWVZQY04rWs/TYamqOv_E6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ak7C3NEVM_k/s400/IMG_0681.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone crashed into the Colony sign...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f-a2RbGIlao/TYamqbUrOHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/JAJSLCnFsps/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f-a2RbGIlao/TYamqbUrOHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/JAJSLCnFsps/s640/IMG_0686.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;we saw BYU demolish the Zags and thennn went and was The Young Embassadors. SO GOOD!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3MSLlt7swMo/TYamqvhfVeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mEQaIaATnBg/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3MSLlt7swMo/TYamqvhfVeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mEQaIaATnBg/s640/IMG_0688.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think our only picture of all us roommies! I love them&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Fuv51iu-TVA/TYamq1_nEuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/q1B2G6Shqpc/s1600/IMG_0690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Fuv51iu-TVA/TYamq1_nEuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/q1B2G6Shqpc/s640/IMG_0690.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;basically summs up my weekend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT JUST YOU WAIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is another post coming in apprroxxximately 10 minutes because the most greatest/wonderfullest/funnest thing EVER happened on saturday night. AND it deserves it's own post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But this weekend was awesome. I love my weekendds :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-4106372091420876863?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4106372091420876863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4106372091420876863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4106372091420876863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4106372091420876863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekend-warrior.html' title='weekend warrior.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rpJn8Ru_deA/TYampVJ8o5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/snv0CoMtAlI/s72-c/IMG_0675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4117296984061092017</id><published>2011-03-18T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:20:55.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday friday friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today is a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 great days in a row?! Wow... so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was interesting though. Being the activites co-chair is definitely not the easiest calling ever, but i mean... It's fine. It was&amp;nbsp;disastrously&amp;nbsp;fun activity last night! Good thing I live in a great ward that is super easy-going or people would have left or something I'm sure. Oh well, people came, wore green and ate some food so life was good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, today is good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No, not because the Geography TA's don't have hours on Friday....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;who doesn't have hours on friday?! There's like 5 of you guys!&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But because I made some yummy food. Seriously. I stalk food blogs like it's my job and just am always wanting to make yummy dinners but I never seem to have the time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT today being the wonderful day it is allowed me some time to make some delicious pasta and cheesy&amp;nbsp;potato&amp;nbsp;things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made &lt;a href="http://realmomkitchen.com/2342/parmesan-potatoes/"&gt;Parmesan Potatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://realmomkitchen.com/394/quick-pasta-carbonara/"&gt;Quick Pasta Carbonara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TJAqYmCs86k/TYPzlorqeuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OaogEOfJtKk/s1600/DSCN1879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TJAqYmCs86k/TYPzlorqeuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OaogEOfJtKk/s640/DSCN1879.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious&amp;nbsp;right?! Right! I have been craving some yummy creamy cheesy sauced pasta but am too cheap to buy cheese and cream at the store! But Smith's had a huge sale on cheese and I snagged myself some&amp;nbsp;Parmesan&amp;nbsp;cheese.Then I ran into the&amp;nbsp;dilemma&amp;nbsp;that basically every cream based sauce uses cream... and I didn't have any of that. BUT this amazing recipe right hurr uses cream cheese instead of heavy whipping cream! What, &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt;! I know, it sounded a little weird and close to gross... but I decided to try it. And guess what! It was so great! Really, I think this works great in my little college budget! Well,&amp;nbsp;except&amp;nbsp;the cheese part... buts still!! Frozen peas, bacon, and that yummy cream sauce made with cream cheese... Oh so great! I highly recommend it. Plus, anything with bacon in it is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the potatoes were easy cheesy. My mom made some similar all the time, and they are just great! Really, I love them. Super simple, super tasty, super great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I hope everyone is partyin partyin partyin YEAH on their&amp;nbsp;Friday. Which comes after&amp;nbsp;Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-4117296984061092017?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4117296984061092017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4117296984061092017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4117296984061092017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4117296984061092017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-friday-friday.html' title='friday friday friday!'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TJAqYmCs86k/TYPzlorqeuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OaogEOfJtKk/s72-c/DSCN1879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7011987708181680537</id><published>2011-03-17T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T12:34:32.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>greenday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love today. &lt;/b&gt;I love seeing everyone walk around looking all festive in green. Why do we even celebrate St. Patrick's day? This isn't Ireland. Why not celebrate all of Switzerland holiday's too eh? Eh? I don't&amp;nbsp; know but it's great. A great day for a party! Like such as a ward party!! Come to it because we have millions of foods for every single body, errr... every single one &lt;b&gt;of you&lt;/b&gt;!! Food for thought: I hate getting ready in the morning, but I love it when I do. Because then I feel all pretty, oh so pretty, for the rest of the day. I hope you are singing that song now! Anyway, today is going great because it started off with my favorite class ever and I already finished my American Heritage essay (holler.) and I am not starving because I made myself a lovely sandwich &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; I feel pretty. Such a great day is it not?! It is. and Feeling pretty makes every day a great day unless it rains on your feeling pretty self. That ruins it. And, let's just not think about the weekend, because it will be full of boring studying and failing tests. So there, I am done thinking about the weekend until tomorrow when it is the weekend. Tomorrow is Friday Friday Friday, gonna get down on Friidaayyy (&lt;i&gt;oh, the most horrible song on the earth, and I am SURE most of you have heard it by now unless you have been living under a stupid rocks because it all up over the internet and the FB. So for those of you described above currently residing under rocks, I will post this video for you all to enjoy/laugh at. Except I am seriously considering NOT posting it because it will defile my blog, and we wouldn't want that now would we. I think it is time for me to get out of these parenthesis&lt;/i&gt;...) But to day is the day of green. And I love green. And the green grass that is growing outside my apartment. Love it. Spring is coming everyone. Springtime, flowers and happiness :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and here is the song for all y'all. Super catchy, super bad. Lyrics, voice, cheesyness. Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CD2LRROpph0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CD2LRROpph0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHICH SEAT CAN I TAKE?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow.. the troubles plaguing 13 year old children everywhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7011987708181680537?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7011987708181680537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7011987708181680537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7011987708181680537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7011987708181680537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/greenday.html' title='greenday'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7233719222060722936</id><published>2011-03-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:08:25.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>made my day</title><content type='html'>Every tuesday I go to an elementary school and volunteer at a&amp;nbsp;Kindergarten&amp;nbsp;class. I don't love it, but it isn't the worst thing I have ever done. I think if the teacher wasn't so scary I would like it more!&amp;nbsp;Seriously, she is the&amp;nbsp;scariest&amp;nbsp;kindergarten&amp;nbsp;teacher ever. &lt;b&gt;But&lt;/b&gt; I have &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; learned that...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;A. I don't want to be a kindergarten teacher... I can't treat people like they are kids all the time. It's just not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. My kids WILL be smart. We will practice&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;and reading at home and they will not be the slow ones who can't focus. I refuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And C. I cannot wait to have adorable little kids. Seriously. I hope they have big adroable eyes and cute little clothes on their cute little bodies. Ohh its going to be great :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today the kids were&amp;nbsp;writing/coloring&amp;nbsp;in their journals, and since they aren't the best at writing it can be&amp;nbsp;pretty&amp;nbsp;hilarious. But today my most favorite kid EVER wrote the greatest thing in his journal!! and I quote...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"sno foLen on My heD and rachool heD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in case you don't read kindergarten it says "&lt;i&gt;snow is falling on my head and on&amp;nbsp;Rachel's&amp;nbsp;head.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then above it he drew our green bodies with purple snow on them and a blue hat. It was the cutest picture thing ever and my heart melted a little. He says I am his friend and tells me all about his life. It is wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, this kid is the cutest.&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/1305501723630016082-7233719222060722936?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7233719222060722936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7233719222060722936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7233719222060722936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7233719222060722936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/made-my-day.html' title='made my day'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-9084374288593063193</id><published>2011-03-15T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:35:35.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jac5NNhGBv0/TX94mudHqWI/AAAAAAAACp8/jWMw_VoZBQQ/s1600/ilovejapan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jac5NNhGBv0/TX94mudHqWI/AAAAAAAACp8/jWMw_VoZBQQ/s640/ilovejapan.jpg" width="632" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thingsweforget.blogspot.com/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pray for Japan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-9084374288593063193?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/9084374288593063193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=9084374288593063193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/9084374288593063193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/9084374288593063193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/via-pray-for-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jac5NNhGBv0/TX94mudHqWI/AAAAAAAACp8/jWMw_VoZBQQ/s72-c/ilovejapan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7536461034437405945</id><published>2011-03-14T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:37:39.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to the best mom ever!</title><content type='html'>Yep today is Pi Day. But most importantly today is my amazing mothers BIRTHDAY! My poor mothers birthday usually gets overlooked and&amp;nbsp;under-celebrated&amp;nbsp;due to the fact that we are almost always traveling on her&amp;nbsp;birthday. It happens to always fall on the weekend before or right during spring break. BUT we all love her still. Yep she is just the best. She is the most self-less person I have ever met and she will probably spend her birthday in the Hospital with Tara getting her infection all checked out.&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I never realized how much moms actually give up. Moms always get the butt of the bread, the last of the dessert or sometimes nothing at all so that the kids can have everything. My mom is the greatest mom ever. If you know her you are a witness that she does 5 million things at the same time and can think at a 100 miles an hour.&lt;br /&gt;The older I get the more I hear, "Wow, she looks just like her mom" or "She is just like Becky" And those are 2 of the biggest compliments I can get. I am proud of the fact that i get my love for deserts from her and thrive off of having 20 million things to do. Actually, I really don't thrive off of that... but that's what happens :)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;It's my moms birthday and she rocks. Give her a call and let her know how much you love her. Because you probably do. I have never met anyone who doesn't love my mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WT-mIbrKLcY/TX5RY9dR9_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/a-Z7G_5eAgo/s1600/grandma+and+brig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WT-mIbrKLcY/TX5RY9dR9_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/a-Z7G_5eAgo/s640/grandma+and+brig.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know right, She doesn't look like a grandma...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BWDpSJ71Qco/TX5RzC8vNTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/q5BccewPeB8/s1600/002+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BWDpSJ71Qco/TX5RzC8vNTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/q5BccewPeB8/s640/002+%25282%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my momma :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7536461034437405945?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7536461034437405945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7536461034437405945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7536461034437405945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7536461034437405945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-to-best-mom-ever.html' title='happy birthday to the best mom ever!'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WT-mIbrKLcY/TX5RY9dR9_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/a-Z7G_5eAgo/s72-c/grandma+and+brig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-8635092839257477873</id><published>2011-03-09T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:25:17.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun will come out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TOMORROW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aWgqHzpNEno/TXf9zMLew1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/0gTYKVL51TE/s1600/Picture1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aWgqHzpNEno/TXf9zMLew1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/0gTYKVL51TE/s640/Picture1.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;mmm... yeah :)&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/1305501723630016082-8635092839257477873?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/8635092839257477873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=8635092839257477873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8635092839257477873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8635092839257477873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/sun-will-come-out.html' title='the sun will come out...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aWgqHzpNEno/TXf9zMLew1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/0gTYKVL51TE/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-92640167551969522</id><published>2011-03-08T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:34:46.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx97wsoOxa1qa2txho1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx97wsoOxa1qa2txho1_400.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;It rained like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-92640167551969522?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/92640167551969522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=92640167551969522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/92640167551969522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/92640167551969522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1422946858880259170</id><published>2011-03-06T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:56:07.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This week was crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really, school is definitely starting to get to me... it can be so overwhelming sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But thankgoodness the weekends come to make everything all better!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday::&amp;nbsp;My dearest Becca Hitchcock came to town!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Zupas for lunch&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(oh my goodness so much tasty. If you have never been there, go now. It's fantastic.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That night we went to her cousins wedding reception. It was darling and had some yummy punch and yogurt clusters with&amp;nbsp;candied&amp;nbsp;nuts/pretzels/marshmallows inside. Seriously, yogurt clusters are the bomb. I ate too many, thats for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-t3B0WGBYbrs/TXQHkDf3d-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/5861dVymDyY/s1600/IMG_4377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-t3B0WGBYbrs/TXQHkDf3d-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/5861dVymDyY/s640/IMG_4377.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZUPAS!!! I'm drooling thinking about this place.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kcOENAYccjc/TXQHjZJu0rI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1PkH27ec4wA/s1600/IMG_0588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kcOENAYccjc/TXQHjZJu0rI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1PkH27ec4wA/s640/IMG_0588.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't you test these besties&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b8iL-a7hp3w/TXQHjq9MN7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/oqWfe3yyUjw/s1600/IMG_0590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b8iL-a7hp3w/TXQHjq9MN7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/oqWfe3yyUjw/s640/IMG_0590.JPG" width="438" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sassafrass&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NXQyjPs4M1I/TXQHkv1n_iI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rIKRXmy6oWE/s1600/IMG_4380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NXQyjPs4M1I/TXQHkv1n_iI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rIKRXmy6oWE/s640/IMG_4380.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My feet were hurting so unbelievably bad because I &lt;b&gt;murdered &lt;/b&gt;my toe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and please don't judge my nastynast feet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5YrfPsypyas/TXRWpfrGSGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/XWY-_w4uJ_o/s1600/DSCN1803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5YrfPsypyas/TXRWpfrGSGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/XWY-_w4uJ_o/s640/DSCN1803.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I fell up the stairs to my apartment. Not only was it incredibly&amp;nbsp;embarrassing. But it hurt too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after the reception I just couldn't do it anymore and had to take my shoe off. Heels and a torn up toe don't go too well... I may have looked like a complete idiot but ...&amp;nbsp;Problem solved :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VugGiWMipnQ/TXQHpyQnkJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/54aJBRk7Wfg/s1600/IMG_0591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VugGiWMipnQ/TXQHpyQnkJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/54aJBRk7Wfg/s640/IMG_0591.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had an intermural game. So fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Gma&amp;amp;Gpa Schlappi's and hung out with the family/watched BYU own wyoming. Such a great game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we all got together like the good ol' days. 2 things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. Sammy's is delicious. I had never been there before... Oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. I miss all these girls so much. High School was so great. and now we all have our own crazy lives and never see eachother. So this was a great and much needed night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bfd2eUkFAT8/TXQHs9LZIiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/I91eBdCQ1qQ/s1600/188730_10150434680595704_817440703_17561319_4823983_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bfd2eUkFAT8/TXQHs9LZIiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/I91eBdCQ1qQ/s640/188730_10150434680595704_817440703_17561319_4823983_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So happy together again :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Anyway, I love my weekends. They really save my life&lt;br /&gt;AND I have had the best weekends lately.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, lets think about my past weekends&lt;br /&gt;I went &lt;b&gt;home&lt;/b&gt;, then &lt;b&gt;Disneyland&lt;/b&gt;, last weekend Drew came to town &lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt; I went to the ice castles, this weekend &lt;b&gt;BECCA&lt;/b&gt; was here. &lt;i&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; weekend I am going to &lt;b&gt;Vegas&lt;/b&gt; for the tournament and to see my wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Woah baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1422946858880259170?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1422946858880259170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1422946858880259170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1422946858880259170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1422946858880259170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-weekend.html' title='what a weekend!'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-t3B0WGBYbrs/TXQHkDf3d-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/5861dVymDyY/s72-c/IMG_4377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-6680598786831808022</id><published>2011-03-03T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:23:46.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all growed up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Here at the callege I have learned myself quite a bit of knowledge...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Really, thanks parents making me stay in school so I could get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have learned lots of sturff all about liquid nitrogen, George Washington, food, and ya know, the basics :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But today I learned something new... something life changing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And I'm about to share with you all the knowledge I gained today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Are you ready for this?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Never be&amp;nbsp;optimistic&amp;nbsp;while getting dressed in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why? Because the weather man will hate you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I know, I know, being&amp;nbsp;optimistic&amp;nbsp;is great!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut today I learned the hard way that being&amp;nbsp;optimistic&amp;nbsp;while deciding how to dress that day is no bueno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's the story:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This morning &amp;nbsp;I did my usual morning procedure that consists of looking out the window right when I wake up and then&amp;nbsp;checking&amp;nbsp;the weather before I clothe myself. AND even though it was clearly cloudy in the outside (&lt;i&gt;ha, clearly cloudy... that's weird&lt;/i&gt;) and the weather said 90% chance of rain, I &amp;nbsp;decided that I would ignore all those minor details and dress like I was going to be frolicking around campus in the fabulous&amp;nbsp;weather&amp;nbsp;that we were blessed with yesterday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because we all know yesterday's weather was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway... Moral of the Story is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I froze and got rained on today whillist not wearing adequate clothing. Not fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think it's time for mom to come up here to putah and remind me how to clothe myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-6680598786831808022?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/6680598786831808022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=6680598786831808022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6680598786831808022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6680598786831808022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-growed-up.html' title='all growed up.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-815347025970263333</id><published>2011-03-02T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:45:58.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another update on my amazing life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rrready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend was a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It started out with a movie night. We had to make our own entertainment center since we don't have a dvd player... it's quite sad, but it worked. Ha, also I don't recommend this movie.... it was decent, just not great. I'll probably forget what it was all about in a month or so. But, it was fun nonetheless to eat mint chocolate chip ice cream and snuggle in blankets with my awesome roommmie Val.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8OBfroqZPt0/TW8nz0lDTDI/AAAAAAAAATo/shSdhI0PXCs/s1600/DSCN1791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8OBfroqZPt0/TW8nz0lDTDI/AAAAAAAAATo/shSdhI0PXCs/s640/DSCN1791.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday it snowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND lookit what we found outside our apartment! Super cute right? Uh, yeah... BYU is a great environment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GKhtbnbWpx8/TW8nj4YWikI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yBRGsllxZXI/s1600/IMG_4224+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GKhtbnbWpx8/TW8nj4YWikI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yBRGsllxZXI/s640/IMG_4224+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;oh and we bought these awesome BYU walmart wannabe chuck taylors. Just supportin our Cougars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't they great? Yeah, they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aPrUGDHYKwY/TW8nkLIC35I/AAAAAAAAAS8/NbnUDJLjcjE/s1600/IMG_4227+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aPrUGDHYKwY/TW8nkLIC35I/AAAAAAAAAS8/NbnUDJLjcjE/s640/IMG_4227+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ask me why, but I was loving the snow! Don't worry though... it'll probably never happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0DOPqCUWrbQ/TW8nkVnnUwI/AAAAAAAAATA/cvpcGcbfGW8/s1600/IMG_4270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0DOPqCUWrbQ/TW8nkVnnUwI/AAAAAAAAATA/cvpcGcbfGW8/s640/IMG_4270.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later we got to go sledding with two of my most favorite people on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_ncNlkg8yV4/TW8nk8KrMcI/AAAAAAAAATE/HgfaOa92EHg/s1600/IMG_4278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_ncNlkg8yV4/TW8nk8KrMcI/AAAAAAAAATE/HgfaOa92EHg/s640/IMG_4278.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yep, the Drew Hooper came to provo for the weekend! He's coming up to the Y next fall and wanted to come hang out for the weekend. Val and I were lucky enough to hang out with him and preston for 2 hours. It was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e8oiJ6J0lyE/TW8nlG9YgZI/AAAAAAAAATI/P3YpigzJ6Pc/s1600/IMG_4280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="462" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e8oiJ6J0lyE/TW8nlG9YgZI/AAAAAAAAATI/P3YpigzJ6Pc/s640/IMG_4280.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we made this huge beyond huge snowman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h8RwLLRX1hk/TW8nlOEtDDI/AAAAAAAAATM/SN9e-ljzo6E/s1600/IMG_4300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h8RwLLRX1hk/TW8nlOEtDDI/AAAAAAAAATM/SN9e-ljzo6E/s640/IMG_4300.JPG" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okayy, I lied. We didn't make it. BUT it's &lt;b&gt;GINORMOUS&lt;/b&gt; yeah?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qgrXY9F-cEA/TW8nluozZCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8XLsqNs3zdM/s1600/IMG_4314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qgrXY9F-cEA/TW8nluozZCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8XLsqNs3zdM/s640/IMG_4314.JPG" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aren't we just the cutest? yeppp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5mgvHSAIy7o/TW8nl3P-JNI/AAAAAAAAATU/X0jI2aYr1-o/s1600/IMG_4321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5mgvHSAIy7o/TW8nl3P-JNI/AAAAAAAAATU/X0jI2aYr1-o/s640/IMG_4321.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see all that snow on his face? I think it's safe to say I won the snowball fight :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LfB81v6aLE0/TW8nmXqvWtI/AAAAAAAAATY/xhZQWIL1rgE/s1600/IMG_4322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LfB81v6aLE0/TW8nmXqvWtI/AAAAAAAAATY/xhZQWIL1rgE/s640/IMG_4322.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3IAIfUzLfws/TW8nmbXRKvI/AAAAAAAAATc/WkWjQTN59zE/s1600/IMG_4323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3IAIfUzLfws/TW8nmbXRKvI/AAAAAAAAATc/WkWjQTN59zE/s640/IMG_4323.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday night we continued the snow&amp;nbsp;activities&amp;nbsp;and went with a bunch of people to the Ice Castles in Midway. You all should go because A. They are cool and B. They are cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2JcHMN40CNA/TW8nm0femuI/AAAAAAAAATg/Da09bsm9aMY/s1600/IMG_4332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2JcHMN40CNA/TW8nm0femuI/AAAAAAAAATg/Da09bsm9aMY/s640/IMG_4332.JPG" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yiFJSGlzd08/TW8nnKQbDWI/AAAAAAAAATk/XnUylOaqInQ/s1600/IMG_4347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yiFJSGlzd08/TW8nnKQbDWI/AAAAAAAAATk/XnUylOaqInQ/s640/IMG_4347.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastlyy on Tuesday night, aka last night we went to the ReAL Salt Lake game!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3uaz3mQ9r3o/TW8p8uzgaTI/AAAAAAAAATs/KjYjw9rlULI/s1600/DSCN1800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3uaz3mQ9r3o/TW8p8uzgaTI/AAAAAAAAATs/KjYjw9rlULI/s640/DSCN1800.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Travis came with and it was a blast and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iHoXviMYgxg/TW8p9bk_s3I/AAAAAAAAATw/zS0GUdR5qcQ/s1600/DSCN1802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iHoXviMYgxg/TW8p9bk_s3I/AAAAAAAAATw/zS0GUdR5qcQ/s640/DSCN1802.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness for Val bringing a blanket and letting me wear this beanie because I'm sure it was like -20 outside. I froze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. This was definitely a picture overdose butttt life has just been so good to me lately so I had to share!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now off to&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;my essay on abortion that I am not very excited about...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am more than willing to let someone write it for me. Any takers?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-815347025970263333?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/815347025970263333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=815347025970263333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/815347025970263333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/815347025970263333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-another-update-on-my-amazing-life.html' title='just another update on my amazing life...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8OBfroqZPt0/TW8nz0lDTDI/AAAAAAAAATo/shSdhI0PXCs/s72-c/DSCN1791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-8951756329012704163</id><published>2011-02-26T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T13:24:39.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim, Jimmer, and Jimmest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning Val, Anne, and I took a loverly trip to the local walmart to do a little grocery shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.&amp;nbsp; Walmart has been struck with the sickness plaguing the country as well...&lt;br /&gt;No, Not the Bieber Fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The JIMMER FEVER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their art skills with their boxes of Pepsi never cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HzSs5lAVFhU/TWluAiM8kpI/AAAAAAAAAS0/M0EjC7b6gdQ/s1600/Photo0184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HzSs5lAVFhU/TWluAiM8kpI/AAAAAAAAAS0/M0EjC7b6gdQ/s640/Photo0184.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go cougs. We slaughtered SDSU again today. And on their home court. That's what I'm talkin' about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love my cougars.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-8951756329012704163?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/8951756329012704163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=8951756329012704163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8951756329012704163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/8951756329012704163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/02/jim-jimmer-and-jimmest.html' title='Jim, Jimmer, and Jimmest.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HzSs5lAVFhU/TWluAiM8kpI/AAAAAAAAAS0/M0EjC7b6gdQ/s72-c/Photo0184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1483906738844430215</id><published>2011-02-25T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:25:46.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What e'er</title><content type='html'>This little girl has got some attitude! Really though. Spicy Spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/0rbMHLDY1pA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/0rbMHLDY1pA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, You tell 'em girl. Run and tell that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeboy, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;home &lt;i&gt;homeboy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1483906738844430215?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1483906738844430215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1483906738844430215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1483906738844430215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1483906738844430215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-eer.html' title='What e&apos;er'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1095251341506362037</id><published>2011-02-24T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:48:57.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nom nom nom...</title><content type='html'>Funny how I can go for 12 hours eating nothing but a piece of bread, 3 graham crackers, and a chewy granola bar and still be living to tell the tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I lied. Thats not really all that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the cause of my starvation may be attributed to my piggy back looking like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/032009/financial_crisis_piggy_bank.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" src="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/032009/financial_crisis_piggy_bank.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Also I decided that Chewy bars do not even count as food. Chewy bars go in the category of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;"WARNING, you have to eat at least 4 of me to even feel like you consumed any kind of substance"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;along with cereal and Cup O' Noodles (or is it Cup's O' Noodles??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT&amp;nbsp;I am going to treat myself to a&amp;nbsp;foot-long&amp;nbsp;sub today because I feel like it. And it will hold me till possibly 10 pm when I get to go home tonight. But mostly because Subway is awesome and ALL of their subs are 5 dollars this month. And&amp;nbsp;February&amp;nbsp;is almost over. Just taking advantage of the opportunity here people... that's all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1095251341506362037?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1095251341506362037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1095251341506362037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1095251341506362037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1095251341506362037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/02/nom-nom-nom.html' title='nom nom nom...'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-6755409367310099179</id><published>2011-02-23T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:13:46.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I do is dream of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Disneyland that is...&lt;/div&gt;Yep. you got it!!! I went to&amp;nbsp;California/Disneyland&amp;nbsp;for my presidents day weekend!!! I decided to go&amp;nbsp;Thursday&amp;nbsp;morning and we left&amp;nbsp;Thursday&amp;nbsp;night! Talk about packing up and leaving!! But really, it was the greatest trip ever. I got to know people in my ward a lot better and made some great freindships. You really get to seee people in a new light when you are forced to spend 24 hours a day with them... Really though, going to&amp;nbsp;Disneyland&amp;nbsp;was the best decision ever and I &amp;nbsp;recommend&amp;nbsp;doing it. It is the greatest. There are like 100 pictures that I love sooo If you want to see the whole adventure check Facebook for those. But for now I will post a few as an overview of the fantastic trip :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's how it went down... Thursday night we drove to Vegas and then stayed the night at Aubrey's house. Then we woke up to some delicious pumpkin pancakes and headed to California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First stop was the beach! It was sunny for about 30 minutes and then turned to cold and rainy. Soo we had enough time for some football in the rain and then we were so cold we had to leave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsGNqLmo8RM/TWVv7nbdkOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WmZ07psGZs0/s1600/CIMG0262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsGNqLmo8RM/TWVv7nbdkOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WmZ07psGZs0/s640/CIMG0262.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the group!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYbjVUAcKBE/TWVv836Y0WI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HpSizWYO6ZE/s1600/CIMG0265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYbjVUAcKBE/TWVv836Y0WI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HpSizWYO6ZE/s640/CIMG0265.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81ma_KmeuJU/TWVwudgTbVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DNxk6R0LUhQ/s1600/114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81ma_KmeuJU/TWVwudgTbVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DNxk6R0LUhQ/s640/114.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then a group of us went&amp;nbsp;hot tubing&amp;nbsp;in Cameron's&amp;nbsp;neighborhood while some others went to see the Angels Stadium..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it was fantastic... light rain and a massive hot tub = perfection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WiwgxzFXv8/TWVxJp61LgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/D42grywhAPs/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WiwgxzFXv8/TWVxJp61LgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/D42grywhAPs/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we all got together again and ate at the most delicious mexican resturant EVER. Acapulco. if you are ever in the LA area you MUST eat there. It is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTdvikH5pqY/TWVxoJqlulI/AAAAAAAAARA/uIoWpCl9-jE/s1600/CIMG0305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTdvikH5pqY/TWVxoJqlulI/AAAAAAAAARA/uIoWpCl9-jE/s640/CIMG0305.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday was Disneyland day. Filled with so much laughter and happiness. I loved it. love love love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GD1gPKdT_0/TWWGy3ZJjmI/AAAAAAAAARg/plAdY2DpnQo/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GD1gPKdT_0/TWWGy3ZJjmI/AAAAAAAAARg/plAdY2DpnQo/s640/009.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;cute little maria :) i love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8q3I6X4kYQ/TWWHJOwFRLI/AAAAAAAAARk/dVWLU_Z5b_k/s1600/014+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8q3I6X4kYQ/TWWHJOwFRLI/AAAAAAAAARk/dVWLU_Z5b_k/s640/014+%25282%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;we were so prepared with ponchos! It's a good things too... because it rained and rained and was so freezing cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQbuOcaMrag/TWWHm-I6dbI/AAAAAAAAARo/WW2xuFkD7kk/s1600/023+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQbuOcaMrag/TWWHm-I6dbI/AAAAAAAAARo/WW2xuFkD7kk/s640/023+%25282%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;it's a small world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kv4HS8YlDo/TWWIF0L2d3I/AAAAAAAAARs/I9m2FvTb6Ok/s1600/030+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kv4HS8YlDo/TWWIF0L2d3I/AAAAAAAAARs/I9m2FvTb6Ok/s640/030+%25282%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fHer0sezh_M/TWWIZWLcywI/AAAAAAAAARw/0aBk5ZwclBI/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fHer0sezh_M/TWWIZWLcywI/AAAAAAAAARw/0aBk5ZwclBI/s640/033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;teacups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMbq8DFgBu0/TWWIySxou8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/DP8RP3pCJEE/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMbq8DFgBu0/TWWIySxou8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/DP8RP3pCJEE/s640/043.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;it was Bryce's first time ever experiencing the Disneyland!! I think he was just a&lt;i&gt; litttle &lt;/i&gt;excited... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnnOKyZDtEQ/TWWI06fAlcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SFc9C_UJRW8/s1600/CIMG0312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnnOKyZDtEQ/TWWI06fAlcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SFc9C_UJRW8/s640/CIMG0312.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NpIvd_vIG-0/TWWI2kNx5pI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0IQWwvpP1_k/s1600/CIMG0333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NpIvd_vIG-0/TWWI2kNx5pI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0IQWwvpP1_k/s640/CIMG0333.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday we went to the LA temple and the Getty&amp;nbsp;museum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;this is the view from the top of the museum. Talk about amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gM7rauegfM/TWX24MzyO1I/AAAAAAAAASk/4A3tAa0GwYo/s1600/031+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gM7rauegfM/TWX24MzyO1I/AAAAAAAAASk/4A3tAa0GwYo/s640/031+%25282%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we felt inspired to be artistic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaBK-9g5v54/TWX3Oj0d--I/AAAAAAAAASw/k2WNmyqRHqY/s1600/046+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaBK-9g5v54/TWX3Oj0d--I/AAAAAAAAASw/k2WNmyqRHqY/s640/046+%25282%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eXNWldGK7E/TWX25jod5VI/AAAAAAAAASs/w6Z2YLXVkFo/s1600/CIMG0363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eXNWldGK7E/TWX25jod5VI/AAAAAAAAASs/w6Z2YLXVkFo/s640/CIMG0363.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;basically it was the best trip ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;thattts all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_367925134"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_367925135"&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/1305501723630016082-6755409367310099179?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/6755409367310099179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=6755409367310099179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6755409367310099179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/6755409367310099179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-i-do-is-dream-of-you.html' title='All I do is dream of you.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsGNqLmo8RM/TWVv7nbdkOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WmZ07psGZs0/s72-c/CIMG0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-3547148990281576866</id><published>2011-02-22T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:27:19.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grumbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;more things have broken in the Wilk lab today than any day in history I'm sure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I left my meager lunch of gahram crackers and a granola bar at home... SO I am currently shrivling up inside from starvation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sleep-deprived and my voice is gone making people think I am struck with some sort of a plague and so they all look at me funny. Awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need it to be Monday. Not Tuesday with a Monday schedule, but Monday. I need my Tuesdays... but this week the loverly day called Tuesday is getting skipped. Not okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is almost 6:30 and my diet has consisted of a Mr. Goodbar and a Babe Ruth...I know I'll be suffering the consequences at my intermural game tonight. Oohh I can't wait.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All I really want to do is blog about my super fantastic weekend &lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt; I have to wait for the peeps who took all the pictures to facebook them so I can steal them. Mwahaha...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aaaand I can't think of anything else to complain about but I felt like this list needed one more bullet... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;there you have it folks. Tuesday&lt;i&gt; pretending to be Monday&lt;/i&gt; February 22, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;br /&gt;I really did have a great weekend I swear. And I swear I am a happy girl most of the time... But I am bored at work and feel like being a negative nancy. So you readers get to suffer the consequences of a post full of complaints. Lucky you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Starvation + stress = complaints.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-3547148990281576866?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/3547148990281576866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=3547148990281576866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3547148990281576866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/3547148990281576866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/02/grumbles.html' title='grumbles'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1134730660102275390</id><published>2011-02-17T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:51:09.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spontaneity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUY6M_I6gWo/TV2x2vDk6BI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WCcKz9WjjNY/s1600/Picture1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUY6M_I6gWo/TV2x2vDk6BI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WCcKz9WjjNY/s640/Picture1.png" width="504" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;also, I hate American Heritage more than Satan hates agency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/1305501723630016082-1134730660102275390?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1134730660102275390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1134730660102275390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1134730660102275390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1134730660102275390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/02/spontaneity.html' title='spontaneity.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUY6M_I6gWo/TV2x2vDk6BI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WCcKz9WjjNY/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1566704790587789125</id><published>2011-02-14T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:19:34.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Valentines day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, I think I just love that it IS Valentines day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. people are happy and nice and say, "have a good valentines day!" It's like people telling you to have a good day... It's so great! Gotta love holidays making people be all cheerful all the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. I don't have to start all my posts with "I LOVE" anymore. I felt like my blog is turning into a robot. No likey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. The roommates feel the need to make cookies! Yes yes, and yes. I am an advocate of any sort of baking in apt. 481.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the end :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now back to stuffing my brain full of American Heritage stuff and counting down the hours until I get to fill my stomach with yummy food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Also&lt;/i&gt;! During this whole day of Valentines as I watch many people walk around with flowers or chocolate or balloons or whatever cheesyness their significant other gave them... I have had time to ponder what I would want on the one and only Valentines day. And here it is. I decided that once I have a Valentine he &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; present me with some sort of delicious food. Whether it is homemade, carry out, or at a restaurant... I won't care. As long as it's yummy and fills my stomach with much joy. Why? Because I&lt;b&gt; love&lt;/b&gt; food and valentines day is all about the things you love. So food is a must have. Future Valentine, you better take notes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;now the end for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and if you haven't heard this song yet... hear it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;One last thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I don’t understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine’s Day.&amp;nbsp;  When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby  toddler coming at me with a weapon..."&lt;/i&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/1305501723630016082-1566704790587789125?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1566704790587789125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1566704790587789125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1566704790587789125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1566704790587789125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-valentines-day.html' title='I love Valentines day'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-4799289403274523309</id><published>2011-02-13T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:28:34.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Right now there is only one place I want to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No, not in bed...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In Arizona&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;at St. Joe's hospital&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;with T-ra ra. AKA the best sister on the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I pretty much love her a lot and know that when they open up her skull they will find scar tissue from radiation. No, not a tumor, or an infection... but scar tissue. It's going to be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJekkNx-oI0/TVjJ21YDWDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/E1ysneZO2b0/s1600/Wed+%2528670%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJekkNx-oI0/TVjJ21YDWDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/E1ysneZO2b0/s640/Wed+%2528670%2529.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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;&lt;b&gt;SISTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like a best friend.... but stuck together forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more info here -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://taraschlappi.blogspot.com/"&gt;taraschlappi.blogspot.com&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/1305501723630016082-4799289403274523309?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/4799289403274523309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=4799289403274523309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4799289403274523309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/4799289403274523309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-my-sister.html' title='I love my sister.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJekkNx-oI0/TVjJ21YDWDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/E1ysneZO2b0/s72-c/Wed+%2528670%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-7266909630211899282</id><published>2011-02-12T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T16:02:08.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love love songs.</title><content type='html'>Yep, it's real. I, Rachel Schlappi, love love songs. In honor of getting myself all festive for Valentines day I put together a Love playlist filled with sappy love songs. Ha, it's horrible and not a great idea. The more you listen to them, the more you love them and the more you love songs all about love, the more you wish you had it. So it's bad. But come February 15th I will stop this lovey dovey valentines&amp;nbsp;madness&amp;nbsp;and go back to my normal self who doesn't really care about any of this weird romantic crap. Uh huh. Then I'll go back to posting about things I really don't like and other meaningless stuff. I know, be excited....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-7266909630211899282?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/7266909630211899282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=7266909630211899282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7266909630211899282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/7266909630211899282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-love-songs.html' title='I love love songs.'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305501723630016082.post-1276143112801413437</id><published>2011-02-09T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:55:14.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>Tonight on our way to go to the grocery store Val and I took a pit stop at her sisters house to grab a few things... and during in the middle of this little pit stop, we took a break and played a few songs of Just Dance, &lt;i&gt;aka my most favorite game in the whole wide world... &lt;/i&gt;I know I have posted about my love for the game&amp;nbsp;before so I don't need to go into that. Read my post from a year ago &lt;a href="http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-dance.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, life just keeps getting better... this wasn't just any ol' just dance game, this was the Micheal Jackson version of the already amazing game!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know, unreal. And yes, it was as fun as it sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it's just nice to take your mind off the super busy and stressful month you have ahead of you and do some crazy fun things. Like play Micheal Jackson Just Dance for instance. It was great. But now it is back to real life... History of Creativity, I'm gonna slay your test tomorrow.... just you wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305501723630016082-1276143112801413437?l=rachelschlappi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/feeds/1276143112801413437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305501723630016082&amp;postID=1276143112801413437&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1276143112801413437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305501723630016082/posts/default/1276143112801413437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelschlappi.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-michael-jackson.html' title='I love Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Rachel Schlappi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17258007421482220473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNCMHhQK5RI/TMD8rKK5s7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wj_6Z8rmNDI/S220/290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
