<?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-7485921</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:01:38.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Stop Til You Get Enough.</title><subtitle type='html'>My life, love, and adventures...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-114183438174479287</id><published>2006-03-08T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:13:01.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Joe and I are moving into our new place today. It's a &lt;a href="http://www.americanassets.com/residential_detail.asp?id=8"&gt;condo/townhouse &lt;/a&gt;in &lt;a href="http://www.entersandiego.com/Point_Loma.cfm"&gt;Point Loma&lt;/a&gt;, and it has 200 more square feet than we have right now!! Score!! Also, we're going to be a lot closer to the &lt;a href="http://www.sandiego.gov/lifeguards/beaches/ob.shtml"&gt;beach&lt;/a&gt;, clower to Joe's work, and in a MUCH nicer neighborhood. I'm really pumped....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-114183438174479287?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/114183438174479287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=114183438174479287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/114183438174479287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/114183438174479287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2006/03/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day!!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-114106369615693879</id><published>2006-02-27T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:08:16.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/463/1600/DSCN0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/463/320/DSCN0298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise. My &lt;a href="http://codebetter.com/blogs/ben.reichelt/default.aspx"&gt;baby bro&lt;/a&gt; DOES read my blog still! He has responded to the Four Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE my family. Each one of them. My brothers and sisters are some of the coolest people I have the pleasure of knowing. It's hard to be two thousand miles away sometimes. I miss out on a lot of day to day stuff. Soon enough, I shall be back. And then they will probably all get on my nerves.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-114106369615693879?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/114106369615693879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=114106369615693879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/114106369615693879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/114106369615693879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-are-family.html' title='We are family!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-114091385663412302</id><published>2006-02-25T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:30:56.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married Life Rocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/463/1600/DSCN1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/463/320/DSCN1252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I got married on January 14th. Married life rocks. It's crazy to think that the person laying next to you in bed is the person who will be laying next to you 50 years from now. Makes you feel pretty darn lucky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-114091385663412302?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/114091385663412302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=114091385663412302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/114091385663412302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/114091385663412302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2006/02/married-life-rocks.html' title='Married Life Rocks.'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-114079973416373322</id><published>2006-02-24T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:48:54.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/463/1600/DSCN0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/463/320/DSCN0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I shamelessly coerced Andy into tagging me for my four things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Four jobs I've had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. Warranty Administrator at Airlake Ford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. Waitress at Bakers Square (where I met my future husband!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. Nanny for newborn triplets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. Labor and Delivery nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Four movies I can watch ALL THE TIME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. Moulin Rouge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. The Sound of Music. (Dost I detect a theme?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. Sense and Sensibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. Fawlty Towers. (Not really a movie, it was a British sitcom that they only made 8 episodes of. John Cleese at some of his funniest...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Four places I've lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. Lakeville, MN (Go Panthers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. Northfield, MN (College really IS some of the best days of your life.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. Honolulu, HI (Don't hate - congratulate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. San Diego, CA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Four TV shows I love to watch: (we don't have TV, so I watch when I can...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. What not to wear (they're so cruel!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. Alias ( I LOOOOOOVE Jennifer Garner!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. Lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. Anything cool on the History Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Four places I've vacationed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. Tampa, FL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. Innsbruck, Austria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. Atlanta, GA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.fftimes.com/"&gt;Fort Francis, Ontario&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Four of my favorite dishes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. Joe's homemade soup (I reeeeeally lucked out in the husband dept...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. Dad's chicken wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. Mom's beef stew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. Pretty much any kind of pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Four sites I visit daily:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.questionablecontent.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Questionable Content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. Andy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kickballcoach.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44124444532@N01/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenest.com/HomePage.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The Nest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stolaf.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;St. Olaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; (not so much daily, but I do like to check into the ol' alma mater)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Four places I'd rather be right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. Back home in MN. Probably hanging out with my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. Backpacking in Europe (cheesy, but true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petrix.com/beaches/lanikai1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lanikai Beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. At the cabin in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myfishingpals.com/Minnesota-Lake-Maps/ottertail.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ottertail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Four people I will tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. My brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://codebetter.com/blogs/ben.reichelt/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. My sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amandareichelt.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Um, that's it. I don't know anybody else with a blog in which to write the fours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-114079973416373322?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/114079973416373322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=114079973416373322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/114079973416373322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/114079973416373322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2006/02/four-things.html' title='Four Things...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-114065771805702299</id><published>2006-02-22T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:21:58.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: New post coming soon...</title><content type='html'>I've decided to write again. I think I became overwhelmed with the thought that I should be writing some long and interesting posts (ala &lt;a href="http://kickballcoach.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt;), but I don't have to. I can just write one or two sentences about anything, and it will be interesting to ME. That's all that matters. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-114065771805702299?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/114065771805702299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=114065771805702299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/114065771805702299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/114065771805702299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2006/02/caution-new-post-coming-soon.html' title='Caution: New post coming soon...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-111058075029277237</id><published>2005-03-11T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T14:39:10.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big and Small</title><content type='html'>Last night I attended two c-sections for two of my patients. The first one delivered a 5 pound little peanut. I mean, this boy was CUTE. Unfortuneately, he already had a receding hairline, but other than that, he was adorable. You hardly knew you were holding a baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second - The mom had been pushing for about three hours. This darn baby just wasn't coming out. So we went back to the OR for a c-section. Well no wonder!! Out popped a TODDLER! TEN POUNDS FIVE OUNCES. I swear to you, I wanted to start curling her to work out my biceps. She was massive. And, as a result, was not quite as cute as that little five pounder...But, all babies are fresh from heaven, and therefore a joy, a wonder, and a miracle. In other words, you just HAVE to love them. This little girl's dad was 6'4", which probably accounted for a bit of the size. Andy, you better tell Anna to look out.... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-111058075029277237?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/111058075029277237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=111058075029277237' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/111058075029277237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/111058075029277237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2005/03/big-and-small.html' title='Big and Small'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-110979683141166939</id><published>2005-03-02T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:53:51.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the darn time go?</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking that my life is too boring to write anything about. I don't think anyone will be that interested...too bad. I'm writing anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I went up to Palm Desert last weekend. His parents were in town for vacation. We were both talking about how much we love that we can just pack a small bag and take off for the weekend. I think we're gonna go up to Santa Barbara this weekend. Hooray for road trips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going really well. I've had a couple emergency situations in the past month, which have shown me how much I've learned so far. It's a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans continue. I'm taking it task by task. I think if I try to take on too much at a time, I'll get way too overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm looking forward to most in the coming months: Going to Michigan for Andy's wedding, and meeting "Bun"!! My bestest friend in the whole world, Katie, is due April 16th. Right now she's got the cutest little belly. I only hope I get to be there for the big event!! It's kinda hard to PLAN these things... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack o' the moment: "Hyperballad" - Bjork&lt;br /&gt;                                                 "Le Monde" - Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;                                                 "Better Things" - Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;                                                  (feelin a little quiet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-110979683141166939?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/110979683141166939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=110979683141166939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110979683141166939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110979683141166939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2005/03/where-does-darn-time-go.html' title='Where does the darn time go?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-110844968844647626</id><published>2005-02-14T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:41:28.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yikes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/4831560/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4831560_d7668f7678_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/4831560/"&gt;yikes!!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is how I've felt lately...Sorry about the lack of blogs...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-110844968844647626?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/110844968844647626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=110844968844647626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110844968844647626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110844968844647626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2005/02/yikes.html' title='yikes!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-110393249327133587</id><published>2004-12-24T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T15:54:53.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone. I love you all, wherever you are. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-110393249327133587?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/110393249327133587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=110393249327133587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110393249327133587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110393249327133587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-110315730746410623</id><published>2004-12-15T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T16:35:07.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Crazy...</title><content type='html'>Each year, a magical time called "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the holidays&lt;/span&gt;" rolls around. I LOVE the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt;. I love the smell of it, I love the look of it, I love the sound of it, I love the taste of it, I love the touch of it... (I think that covers all the senses...) Basically, I really enjoy &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;. Even though &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; shoppers can be rude, and it's a pain in the ass to sit in traffic, or a long line.&lt;br /&gt;I've been deemed a "surprise destroyer" by my fiancee. (My &lt;em&gt;fiancee&lt;/em&gt;! whoohoo!)&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I can't wait to get gifts AND give gifts. When I buy something for someone that I know they're going to love, I can't wait to see that lit up look on their face. It's a guilty pleasure, I know, but I can't help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; aren't just materialistic for me (in case you were getting worried). Aside from surprises, my next favorite thing is singing about Jesus' birth. How FUN is that? There are some truly amazing songs to be sung at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. And to think, most of the songs we sing are OLD. People have been singing these beautiful songs for centuries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you get frustrated because you're stuck in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; shopper traffic, just tune your car into the all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; music station, and hope they're playing "O Holy Night" (my fave) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-110315730746410623?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/110315730746410623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=110315730746410623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110315730746410623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110315730746410623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/12/holiday-crazy.html' title='Holiday Crazy...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-110177229397481463</id><published>2004-11-29T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T15:51:33.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE ENGAGED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/1793299/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1793299_7dc9aa895a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/1793299/"&gt;Becca &amp;amp; Joe&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hooray! Joe popped the question after Thanksgiving dinner in front of my ENTIRE extended family (over 30 people!)!! We're getting married! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite believe it still. But then I look at my left hand, and see this beautiful rock, and it seems a little more real. :) We're both really pumped. More details to follow, but I just wanted to let everyone know!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-110177229397481463?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/110177229397481463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=110177229397481463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110177229397481463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110177229397481463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/11/were-engaged.html' title='WE&apos;RE ENGAGED!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-110081479745692278</id><published>2004-11-18T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T13:53:17.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker...</title><content type='html'>Sorry folks. I've really been slacking on the posts here. Is it because I think my life isn't interesting? Hardly. Is it because I'm lazy? Quite possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report. I was training in the PACU at work. PACU (for those of you who don't know) stands for Post anesthesia care unit. It's where all our surgery cases go after surgery. L&amp;D staffs the PACU at night, so I need to know how to recover all our c-sections. It was kind of boring to train in. Not as much action as L&amp;amp;D. But I know I'll be happy that I'm cross-trained. Sometimes it's a welcome relief to take a break from delivering babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lili is getting huge! I'll post pictures later, but at her last vet appointment she was 17 punds! What a porker...She's a sweetheart. She's still very spoiled. Probably cause Joe and I pick her up every time we come home. She's kind of a cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is already Thanksgiving!! Joe and I are headed to Atlanta for a family reunion with my mom's side. I'm WAY pumped. I haven't seen my relatives in about 6 years! Plus, no one has met Joe yet, and since I think he's so fantastic, I think EVERYONE should know him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to clean our office. My work is never done... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-110081479745692278?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/110081479745692278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=110081479745692278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110081479745692278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/110081479745692278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/11/slacker.html' title='Slacker...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109958182336553896</id><published>2004-11-04T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T07:23:43.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum.</title><content type='html'>Why didn't my links work?! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;Try these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/298638/"&gt;my boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fm949sandiego.com/home/index.cfm"&gt;local radio station&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prettygirlsmakegraves.com/pictures/pictures_1-27/images/derek_jpg.jpg"&gt;bassist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109958182336553896?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109958182336553896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109958182336553896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109958182336553896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109958182336553896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/11/addendum.html' title='Addendum.'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109958147888101315</id><published>2004-11-04T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T07:17:58.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWK.</title><content type='html'>Last night I had the extreme pleasure of going to see two bands. For free. Cause &lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/298638/"&gt;my boyfriend &lt;/a&gt;is the COOLEST boyfriend in the world. One of our &lt;a href="http://http://www.fm949sandiego.com/home/index.cfm"&gt;local radio stations &lt;/a&gt;does what they call a "random act of kindness" every week. Joe showed up cause he heard they were giving out tickets, and he got on the guest list. And just who did we get to see? &lt;a href="http://www.deathcabforcutie.com"&gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/a&gt;, whom I've been enjoying for some years now, and a new one to me, Pretty Girls Make Graves. Let me just say they rocked. R-A-W-K rocked. Pretty Girls had the most animated &lt;a href="http://http://www.prettygirlsmakegraves.com/pictures/pictures_1-27/images/derek_jpg.jpg"&gt;bassist&lt;/a&gt; I've EVER seen. And let me tell you friends, I have seen a number of good bassists. I am definitely a new fan.&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab was everything I remembered them to be. I saw them a few years ago. They're one of those bands that I kind of forget about, then I go through some of my old music and I'm reminded of their genius. They just make me want to groove. And they make my hips shake. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaka dat ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109958147888101315?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109958147888101315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109958147888101315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109958147888101315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109958147888101315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/11/rawk.html' title='RAWK.'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109880269136821577</id><published>2004-10-26T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T07:58:11.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting big!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/980981/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/980981_f553497e82_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/980981/"&gt;Lili shoulder&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our puppy is getting big, but she's still small enough to curl up on Joe's shoulder...one of her favorite places to be. It's pretty humerous to see him carrying her around like this. Don't worry, it doesn't happen TOO often. But she's still a pretty spoiled puppy. :) &lt;br /&gt;She's getting big, and she's also getting a lot smarter about where it's appropriate to "do her thing". Thank God. I think my life will be a little more sane as soon as she gets everything figured out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other life events...work is going really well. I haven't written much about it, because everytime I sit down to write, I feel like I have too much to say about it, and too little time. I've been off orientation for almost a month now. I can't believe it! I feel a LOT more confident, and sometimes I actually teach other nurses new things! The most satisfying nights are those where I deliver a healthy baby and have happy parents. Last night happened to be one of those nights. I had an amazing couple who were having their second boy. Both are trainers at Sea World! (made me think of you, Laura) They were incredible people. The dad actually got to help deliver! The doctor let him glove up, and had his hands over the dad's, and he got to pull the baby out. It was really a touching and awesome delivery. The kind where I thank God for what I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time for this nurse to get some zzz's...ta!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109880269136821577?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109880269136821577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109880269136821577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109880269136821577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109880269136821577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/10/getting-big.html' title='Getting big!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109837041621128114</id><published>2004-10-21T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T07:53:36.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/981016/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/981016_4a0bfc3240_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/981016/"&gt;Melis and Evie&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How could I not post this adorable picture? Gotta love those Bowie girls...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109837041621128114?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109837041621128114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109837041621128114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109837041621128114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109837041621128114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/10/too-cute.html' title='TOO cute.'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109814717472596715</id><published>2004-10-18T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T17:52:54.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long distance hug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/299170/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/299170_772b0194b7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/299170/"&gt;Mom and the boys&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, last week, I kinda had a mini break-down. I think it was a culmination of stress of a new job, stress of a new puppy, stress of a new place, stress of finding new friends...basically I was stressed out. I let it all pile up until I was a bawling mess. Joe (bless his heart) sat and listened while I voiced my stresses. I think it's really hard for him to not be able to automatically fix things for me. And this was definitely one of those situations where I just needed him to listen. We talked for awhile, then he went to take Lili for a walk. I still needed to vent though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom. My mom is t-h-e s-h-i-t. She has this amazing ability to be completely compassionate when I need her to be, and then as soon as I've started to calm down, she puts a little edge on it and tells me what to do. I don't always agree with what she's telling me to do, but it's great to have someone help you think through your problems. It makes them seem not so scary. My mom and I have a FANTASTIC relationship. I tend to creat little dramas for myself, and she's always been there to talk me back down from the clouds. Most of the time, the best remedy she has is a hug. It's gotten a little harder since I'm so far away to give those hugs. But you know, I can still feel what they're like when she says she wishes she could give me one.&lt;br /&gt;I also love that Mom and I have merged into an adult relationship. She's still very much my mom, but we're able to talk about things on a different level. I like to think it's because I'm so mature and have experienced more of life in the last two years... :) I don't know what I'd do without her though. Who else is ALWAYS there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109814717472596715?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109814717472596715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109814717472596715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109814717472596715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109814717472596715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/10/long-distance-hug.html' title='Long distance hug.'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109763112163144391</id><published>2004-10-12T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:32:01.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too lazy...</title><content type='html'>Sigh.....I would really like to sit down and write a post, but alas, I'm about to go off to work. It seems like that's all I'm doing these days. I'm either off to work, or off to bed. But I WILL find time to update all my adoring fans this week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109763112163144391?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109763112163144391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109763112163144391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109763112163144391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109763112163144391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/10/too-lazy.html' title='Too lazy...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109662168283109326</id><published>2004-10-01T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T02:08:02.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109662168283109326?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109662168283109326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109662168283109326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109662168283109326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109662168283109326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/10/yay.html' title='YAY!!!!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109604961721663546</id><published>2004-09-24T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T11:13:37.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh puppy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/546592/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/546592_05881698b1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503085568@N01/546592/"&gt;Lili under table2&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, we officially got our puppy last Saturday!! Lili is enjoying living with us. Her favorite game so far is to play catch down the hallway with Joe. We have a spindly ball that we throw to her, that unfortuneately is a little too big for her. Sometimes she drops it on the way back to the living room, and doesn't notice, and she gets to Joe all excited for him to throw it again...hmm, she's not too smart yet. But she DEFINITELY has potential. &lt;br /&gt;She's fun, except when it's come time to poop/pee. Noooot quite grasping the concept yet. We're crate training her, and it took her a little while to get used to it. I think I got maybe one hour of sleep the second night. The rest of it was spent in bed listening to the various cries and puppy barks that Lili was creating for herself...But, like I said, each day is getting better. I'm enjoying her puppy-ness, but I can't wait till she's old enough to take on walks and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Lili, I'm almost done with orientation at work. We're technically supposed to get 6 weeks of orientation, but I think I'm going to extend one more week. I might as well take advantage of the extra time, just to give my confidence a little boost. It's going really well, and I continue to learn amazing things about child birth. Stories of preemies to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the land of nod. There are babies to be delivered tonight, and screaming mom's to calm...my work is never done... :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109604961721663546?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109604961721663546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109604961721663546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109604961721663546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109604961721663546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/09/ahhhh-puppy.html' title='Ahhhh puppy...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109525883314707582</id><published>2004-09-15T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T07:33:53.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY TIRED</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. I am deleriously tired. I just got off of a VEEEERY long stretch of work with not a lot of time off. My poor body is confused enough, what with trying to get used to a night schedule, but I also throw in this incredibly demanding schedule. PLUS I'm overloaded from information because I'm trying to learn how to be a good labor and delivery nurse. Thankfully I am blessed with an A-W-E-S-O-M-E preceptor. Chaela, I couldn't do it without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. I'm going to bed. I now have five days off, so I'll catch up on some blogs. And we get to bring Lili home on Saturday!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109525883314707582?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109525883314707582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109525883314707582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109525883314707582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109525883314707582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/09/holy-tired.html' title='HOLY TIRED'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109487404038172952</id><published>2004-09-10T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T20:40:40.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Lili!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=399791" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/399791_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=399791"&gt;Lili&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's our new puppy!!!!!!!!!! We don't get to keep her at home until next Saturday, but we get to play with her a lot. More pictures later...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109487404038172952?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109487404038172952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109487404038172952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109487404038172952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109487404038172952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/09/introducing-lili.html' title='Introducing Lili!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109483220848924675</id><published>2004-09-10T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T09:03:28.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden State</title><content type='html'>Hello all. It's been awhile. I'm working the night shift, so my circadian rhythm is a little f-ed up right now. I sleep during the day, get up around 4:30, go to work at 6:30, then go back to bed again around 8am. I just got off a particularly long stretch of work. It's going well though. I'm still learning a lot, but my confidence is increasing daily (nightly?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have today and tomorrow off, so I think Joe and I are going to see Garden State tonight. I first saw a preview for this movie when I went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It intrigued me because I have always of Zach Braff and Scrubs. Now that trailers have been out on tv it's sparked my interest even more. The soundtrack sounds kick ASS as well. I've spent some time this morning perusing the web and found Zach's &lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/gardenstate/blog/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Take a peek. He's funny. I can't wait to see the movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack o' the day:&lt;br /&gt;"Let Go" - Frou Frou&lt;br /&gt;"Such Great Heights" - The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;"Love Will Come Through" - Travis&lt;br /&gt;"Say My Name" - Destiny's Child (gotta love the sistahs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109483220848924675?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109483220848924675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109483220848924675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109483220848924675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109483220848924675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/09/garden-state.html' title='Garden State'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109398491108417317</id><published>2004-08-31T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T13:41:51.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Sandy's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=299056" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/299056_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=299056"&gt;the boys on the beach&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a picture of my going-away bonfire in Hawaii. Dave, Andy, Ryan, Josh, and Joe are seen here, singing and playing music. We are incredibly drunk at this point in the evening. I think this was taken at about 4 in the morning. We'd been partying all night on the beach. It was truly a magical time. It definitely goes down as one of my favorite memories of Hawaii. We used to go down to the beach about once a month to have a bonfire, drink beer, play music, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really miss Hawaii. It was such a different time in my life. I'm so glad I took advantage of the opportunity to experience life in a completely different context. I'd like to say that I came out of it a completely different person, but I think I'm the same in a lot of ways. But I learned a lot about myself, which, I think, is more important than making changes. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in San Diego, working a big girl job, and making enough money to live comfortably and also pay the bills. I feel really good about the where I'm at with myself right now. I feel like I've gotten a better toe-hold on the important things in life, and when I think about the future, I'm not nervous about making ends meet. It's pretty nice! Same old Becca, but a lot smarter about what she wants in life. :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109398491108417317?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109398491108417317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109398491108417317' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109398491108417317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109398491108417317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/08/memories-of-sandys.html' title='Memories of Sandy&apos;s...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109390430246002115</id><published>2004-08-30T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T15:18:22.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=298654" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/298654_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=298654"&gt;dardy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't written lately. Sorry bout that. Getting used to night shift. Here's a picture of my dad. He's the shit. Which is a good thing. And he's the bomb. (Also good) He teaches me all sorts of helpful things. Like how Hawaii gets it's power (ever heard of the trans-pacific cable?!), and how to treat your children (always a closed hand...). Basically, he's a really smart dude who makes me laugh. Sometimes he can be a major butt-head, but mostly he's easy-going, fair, smart, and loving. Which is partly why I'M so damned cool. ha! The other part I owe to my mom. She'll get her own tribute later, but all I can say right now is I'm damn glad I got my looks from her!! I'd make a pretty funny looking man... :)&lt;br /&gt;Till next time! And remember - Beer is so much more than just a breakfast drink.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109390430246002115?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109390430246002115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109390430246002115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109390430246002115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109390430246002115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-is-my-dad.html' title='This is my dad.'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109310514398421176</id><published>2004-08-21T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T09:19:03.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the hits just keep oooooon coming!</title><content type='html'>Wedding count for 2005 - THREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Andy!&lt;a href="http://www.andywicks.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.andywicks.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; Andy proposed to his girlfriend, Anna! I'm pumped for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously considering taking out stock in some airline...I will be doing LOTS of travelling next year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109310514398421176?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109310514398421176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109310514398421176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109310514398421176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109310514398421176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-hits-just-keep-oooooon-coming.html' title='And the hits just keep oooooon coming!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109261592886749089</id><published>2004-08-15T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T17:25:28.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Erin (future sister-in-law) just informed me that my last blog was sad. I would hate to leave my readers with something sad to read last, so here's a new blog (just for you Erin!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on to something happy. My birthday is JUST around the corner! :) October 1st. Everyone mark it on your calendar. I will be 24 years old. 24 sounds like such a great age. I'm not exactly sure when it happens, but there is a time when your age sounding older is NOT a good thing. I'm still in that "Cool! 24 sounds much older than 23!" stage. I think this happens to people who know a lot more younger people. I have a lot of "older" friends (sorry Andy!), so I always sound young. That, and I have such a youthful nature...ha! I guess it helps to date a younger man too. Joe is ten months younger than me. Right now we're enjoying the two months that we're the same age. Not for long sucker!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that was happier. I thought it was. Other happy things to think about: the beautiful San Diego weather, a good glass of red wine (or three bottles...), great friends, chocolate milk (made with Hershey's syrup of course), waking up in the middle of the night and realizing that you still have three more hours to sleep, a really good steak, winning "girlfriend of the year" for putting the laundry away, buying a new cd and pulling it out of the case for the first time (I love that!), and that first sip of ice cold water after rollerblading for an hour... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109261592886749089?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109261592886749089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109261592886749089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109261592886749089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109261592886749089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy thoughts...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109249734924408960</id><published>2004-08-14T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T08:29:09.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=188567" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/188567_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 90%; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=188567"&gt;The Kids&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a little add on from yesterday's blog. Had to show you my awesome sibs. We tend to have a pretty damn good time together. :) Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109249734924408960?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109249734924408960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109249734924408960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109249734924408960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109249734924408960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/08/kids.html' title='The Kids'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109244292297343672</id><published>2004-08-13T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T17:22:02.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long way from home...</title><content type='html'>I don't think you ever truly know how much you can miss home until you leave it for a considerable amount of time, AND something big happens. I moved out to Hawaii last July, and although it was sad to leave home and all my friends, I knew I was going to a place that was exciting and new. And after a small bout of homesickness, I was able to relax, have fun, and not miss home TOO much. It helped that I was meeting awesome people, had a fun job, and was able to play a lot. So, there I was, enjoying my island paradise life, when suddenly I get a call from home. My bestest friend in the whole wide world, Katie, called to tell me she and her boyfriend Ben just got engaged. I was sooooo sooo excited. But painfully sad. You have to understand, Katie and I have been best friends our ENTIRE lives. We've always been there for each other for major events. We had our First Communion together, we talked about our first boyfriends, we managed to stay in touch even though we lived half an hour away, we celebrated the millennium together in the Dominican Republic, we were there for each other through Katie's diagnosis of bipolar, we've attended graduations, and (my most favorite) we've spent many, MANY long nights talking until we're so exhausted we crash. As we got older, these nights of talking developed into sitting around at Katie's dad's (Uncle Mike) house, drinking vodka tonics, and philosophizing about life. Truly treasured memories...&lt;br /&gt;SO - I get the call from Katie about their engagement, and I could just picture everyone sitting around, drinking champagne, and celebrating. And I wasn't there. It hurt. But it was strange, because at the same time, I was so happy. BOTTOM LINE - I really wanted to be home. In a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was going home for Christmas, so I was able to attend their engagement party, and give my best friend a hug.&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling a sort of deja-vu this past week. Ben and Erin are now engaged, and again I find myself a world away. I don't get to be there for the hugs, and sharing the news with close friends and family. These are things I feed off of. I literally get a high from sharing my life with those I love. And sharing my life includes sharing the news of people I love. I do, however, take comfort in the fact that I have such awesome relationships with my fam, and I can call at a moments notice to talk. I can be involved in some things, like input on the bridesmaid dresses, and cheap alternative ideas to traditional practices.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm "only" a bridesmaid in their wedding!! I'm the maid of honor in Katie's, and I have to help with that from a billion states away! Sigh...it makes me tired to think about it...If only time and money were more easily attainable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These weddings are simply examples. There a hundred other things I miss about home - torturing my siblings, watching my sisters become women, the smell of coffee that mom or dad made (which DOES smell different than the coffee I make...seriously...), the sounds of the house, the change of season, beer(s) on the deck, talking to my brothers about what they're doing with their lives, telling my mom about my day (no matter how mundane it was), the smell of the chiminea, dad's stupid (but mostly funny) jokes and the way he always makes my gin and tonic just a little too strong :) ...... Home is so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109244292297343672?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109244292297343672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109244292297343672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109244292297343672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109244292297343672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/08/long-way-from-home.html' title='Long way from home...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109228041593628413</id><published>2004-08-11T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T20:13:35.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDDINGS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=178299" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/178299_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 90%; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=178299"&gt;Ben and Erin&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK folks, it is officially wedding season for me. This past weekend, my brother Ben and his girlfriend Erin got engaged!!!! I'm super excited for them. My little brother's getting married!! Craziness...AND, I get to be a bridesmaid! Even better. Joe and I thought Ben and Erin would be totally game for a dual wedding, but apparently they're more the "traditionalists"...whatever. :)&lt;br /&gt;So, that will be happening next September...and in the meantime I get to get pumped up about my best friend's wedding!!!!!!!! Katie and I have been best friends our whole lives, and she and her fiancee, Ben (lots of Ben's, don't get confused), are getting married June 18th. I have the TREMENDOUS honor of being her maid of honor. I'm so excited! Ahhh, love is in the air... :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there will be a couple more weddings next year to attend...and possibly star in... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109228041593628413?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109228041593628413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109228041593628413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109228041593628413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109228041593628413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/08/weddings.html' title='WEDDINGS!!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109166407108403818</id><published>2004-08-04T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T17:01:11.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! I did it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;		&lt;!-- Your Description --&gt;		&lt;td style="vertical-align:top;"&gt;Thanks for your help Andy! I finally figured out how to post pictures on this darn thing. Hope you enjoy...&lt;/td&gt;		&lt;!-- The Image &amp; --&gt;		&lt;!-- Image Title, Uploaded by --&gt;		&lt;td style="padding-left:10px;vertical-align:top;"&gt;			&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=150222" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/150222_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  			&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;span style="font-size: 90%; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;			&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=150222"&gt;limo&lt;/a&gt;			&lt;br /&gt;			Originally uploaded by 			&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49503085568@N01/"&gt;rebecca_reichelt&lt;/a&gt;.			&lt;/span&gt;		&lt;/td&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109166407108403818?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109166407108403818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109166407108403818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109166407108403818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109166407108403818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/08/yay-i-did-it.html' title='Yay! I did it!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109166140087280050</id><published>2004-08-04T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T16:16:40.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The working world...</title><content type='html'>I've been working now...for...some weeks. I don't even know how many weeks I've been working. That's sad. I'm having a lot of fun (for the most part), so at least it's not because I hate it. I've done a lot so far, but it seems like I have so much more to learn! I think the frustrating part about work right now is that I'm not with a preceptor yet, so I'm kind of thrown to the wolves everyday. I usually have a task to focus on (newborn assessments, deliveries, IV's, admissions...), but sometimes it's hard to find something to do. Mostly because I don't really know everyone yet, and I don't feel comfortable just barging into a room to ask if there's anything interesting going on. Of course there is! We deliver babies here for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;So, I tend to creep around until someone takes me under their wing for an hour or two. There have been some really awesome nurses who have been very welcoming. Once I start with my preceptor (August 21st), I'll actually get to see what a "normal" shift will be like.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to see what the night shift is like! Yikes! I love the nightlife, but I usually spend the majority of my nights sleeping. It will be weird to sleep during the day, and work at night. I think it will be a good change of pace for a bit. And the coolest part is that I only have to do it three nights a week, since I work 12 hour shifts. Bonus!&lt;br /&gt;One sucky thing, though, is that I'll be sleeping while Joe's at work, and then leaving soon after he gets home from work, then back after he leaves. :(  What can you do though?&lt;br /&gt;I am currently procrastinating from my homework. I'm taking a perinatal class for work, and we meet every Thur-Fri for, like, a hundred hours a day. Some of the info is interesting, some is repetitive, and some is just plain boring.  It's a good class day if I don't feel like slitting my throat afterwards. hahaha! No, it's not that bad, I just like to be dramatic sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to reading I suppose. I don't have Joe here to distract me/keep me on track because he's volunteering at the Padre's game tonight. Golly, isn't he swell? He's such a do-gooder. I'm so lucky. I love you baby!!&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/7485921-109166140087280050?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109166140087280050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109166140087280050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109166140087280050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109166140087280050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/08/working-world.html' title='The working world...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109029281088233158</id><published>2004-07-19T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T20:06:50.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of me! And Joe too!</title><content type='html'>I'm practicing with pictures here. Just trying to see if this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="C:\Documents" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109029281088233158?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109029281088233158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109029281088233158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109029281088233158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109029281088233158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/07/picture-of-me-and-joe-too.html' title='Picture of me! And Joe too!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109026174851720147</id><published>2004-07-19T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T11:29:08.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies everywhere....</title><content type='html'>I just started my new job at Sharp Mary Birch Hospital for Women. I had my first day on the floor yesterday. WOW. I love my job. I saw&amp;nbsp;five deliveries, and one c-section. It's so amazing! It's comforting to know that I'm going to love my job so much. I know there will be a day where I will hate it, and wonder what in the hell was I thinking, but for now, I'm basking in the glow of loving my decision. &lt;br /&gt;Another cool part about my job is that I get to meet new people! Don't get me wrong, I love hanging out with Joe, and being with him as much as I have been, but a girl needs her girlfriends too!! The chicas I've been training with all seem very cool. Very diverse too! &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I feel like writing for now. PEACE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109026174851720147?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109026174851720147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109026174851720147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109026174851720147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109026174851720147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/07/babies-everywhere.html' title='Babies everywhere....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-109009265211505636</id><published>2004-07-17T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T12:30:52.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New music is WONDERFUL</title><content type='html'>Hello. Just listening to a new mix (one of six!!!), sent to me from some wonderful friends back home in Minnesota. Andy, Mojo, Dels...YOU KICK ASS. I must say, new music is one of my most favoritest things in the whole wide world. It's almost like going on vacation, except that you can do it in the comfort of your own home. And without the GI upset if you drink the water...uh (ahem), yes...well, anyway......&lt;br /&gt;It is HOT HOT HOT in our apartment today. Actually, it has been all week. Joe bought some fans the other day, and that seems to be helping, but it's still really hot. We have AC, but let's be honest, who wants to shell out the cash just so you don't have to sweat when you're watching TV? Not us. Plus, we made it living in Hawaii without AC for God's sake! Although, I admit, I turn it on in my car. But just because it works, and I feel cooler (in both respects of the word).&lt;br /&gt;My car, you ask? Yes, I have a car! Well, it's TECHNICALLY Joe's car, because he paid for it, and the title is in his name, but I drive it. And as soon as I start raking in all this phat cash I'll be making as a nurse, I'm going to pay for it and it will be MINE. It's a 1998 Honda Accord. It's white, with a tan interior. Very choice. It's a mix of a mom car, and a stipper car. Mostly because I think the girl we bought it from is a stripper. She was very nice.&amp;nbsp; But very mysterious about her job...She was always in LA for "an audition"....hmmmm..........&lt;br /&gt;I've been a working FOOL this past week. Had three days of orientation, then two days of perinatal class. WHEW! When you're used to not working AT ALL, that's a little exhausting! So now it's Saturday, and my only day off this weekend, so I don't feel like doing much. I have to work ten hours tomorrow....But I get to be on the unit doing newborn assessments!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. Again, I would like to thank Andy, Mark, and Kyle. I bow down to your extreme genius and incredible talent. KEEP ON ROCKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-109009265211505636?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/109009265211505636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=109009265211505636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109009265211505636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/109009265211505636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-music-is-wonderful.html' title='New music is WONDERFUL'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485921.post-108857615766413446</id><published>2004-06-29T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T23:15:57.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply for a friend...</title><content type='html'>Hello all. I created this blog simply to comment on a friends blog. Shameless, I know, but I also thought it would be kind of fun. See, I'm kind of at a crossroads in my life. I've just moved to San Diego from Honolulu via Minnesota...hmm, too confusing. Let me rephrase. I was born and raised in beautiful Minnesota. The born and mostly raised part being in Minneapolis. When I was 13, we moved to Lakeville (southern Minnesota). After school, I went to St. Olaf College (WAY southern Minnesota). After graduation, I moved to Honolulu, HI. I am a registered nurse, therefore I have the freedom to move pretty much anywhere in the country and have a guaranteed job. So I thought, why not Hawaii? Also, it didn't hurt that a very wonderful man lived out there, and I wanted to spend more time with him. My boyfriend Joe (the wonderful man) has been in the Navy for 5 years, and was stationed in Pearl Harbor for the past 4. We met working together at Bakers Square (corny, but true!), and became fast friends. He left for the Navy shortly after we met, but we remained close through letters, phone calls, and the occasional visit back home. &lt;br /&gt;SO, I packed my bags, and flew west. I worked at Outback Steakhouse (yes, I spent a very LARGE sum of money to be a waitress) and had the ABSOLUTE TIME OF MY LIFE. I will never regret a day I spent in Hawaii. I grew and learned things about myself that I don't think I would have learned elsewhere. It also opened my eyes to a completely different culture. There I was, a VERY midwest girl, in the middle of aloha country. More about HI later........&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2 months ago, Joe and I moved to San Diego. He was up for re-enlistment, and decided the only way he would do it is if he could get stationed out here, and be able to go to school. He got what he wanted, and here we are. I was recently hired at Sharp Mary Birch Hospital for women. I am VERY excited to start my labor and delivery job. I will finally be doing what I have wanted to do for some time - nursing!!&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough for one day. It is late, and remember, I only signed on to comment on Andy's blog. Love ya stud!&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485921-108857615766413446?l=rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/feeds/108857615766413446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485921&amp;postID=108857615766413446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/108857615766413446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485921/posts/default/108857615766413446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccareichelt.blogspot.com/2004/06/simply-for-friend.html' title='Simply for a friend...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220475864693557602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
