<?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-9118915323192999340</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:45:01.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky Avilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927868359802513314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbkezZ3gPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wNihxhDdPpg/S220/n767322998_1124170_8817.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118915323192999340.post-4752166753882669589</id><published>2009-01-26T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:47:13.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... inch by inch ...</title><content type='html'>My roommate and I read an email today that said "Inch by Inch, cinch by cinch".  At first we just kind of looked at each other and laughed because neither of us really understood what the seemingly odd quotation meant.  We continued reading and what followed was this explanation: If you do a little everyday things will get done. Procrastinate or try and do everything at once and you will fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed pretty harsh at first, I don't know about the average person but anytime I hear the words YOU WILL FAIL a shiver runs down my spine and I can already start to feel the affects of that failure.  I am definitely a procrastinator, I mean really, how many college students aren't.  I've sent my emails requesting an extra day for an assignment due to some unexpected catastrophe and I've pulled my all nighters but for the most part if something needs to be done I find a way to do just that despite the fact there are not enough hours in the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I thought about it the more I realized that you could look at this in two different ways.  One way would be tasks, things you've been meaning to do for years and you just keep putting off.  For instance, my mom has always wanted to make scrapbooks for us kids but she views it as this huge task and will take hours and hours and so she never even wants to start.  And I will attest to the fact that scrap booking takes many the hours but if you look at it as an hour a day it suddenly seems an attainable goal.  Maybe I should have my mom read my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I look at the big picture: LIFE.  Right now I'm trying to take life day by day (inch by inch) instead of trying to plan the next five year and being disappointed if something doesn't seem to be taking me in that direction.  I'd like to believe that my life is not my own and so by planning so far away seems silly anyways.  So today I went to the gym instead of researching grad schools (which is three years away) and I'm going to do some physics homework instead of worrying about what I'm going to do this summer.  It's the little things, and just doing those little things instead of worrying about the big things really does make tomorrow that much more approachable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't fear the future, embrace the present"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relax,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118915323192999340-4752166753882669589?l=avilla5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/feeds/4752166753882669589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118915323192999340&amp;postID=4752166753882669589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/4752166753882669589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/4752166753882669589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/2009/01/inch-by-inch.html' title='... inch by inch ...'/><author><name>Becky Avilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927868359802513314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbkezZ3gPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wNihxhDdPpg/S220/n767322998_1124170_8817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118915323192999340.post-670163625101226525</id><published>2009-01-08T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:25:36.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Angels**</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love the little things in life that make you stop whatever you're doing and focus on the here and now.  The here and now seems to be neglected for so much of our lives.  Were either thinking about the past, which we no longer have any control over.  Or we're thinking about the future, which causes us to simply worry and wait around and then before we know it, it too has become our past.  We always want tomorrow to come or wish we could redo yesterday.  Why don't we just live in today?  Take a look around, notice where you are, who you're with, and enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbteYjfy1I/AAAAAAAAADE/KrsjCXcswtw/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbteYjfy1I/AAAAAAAAADE/KrsjCXcswtw/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289175918636419922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today an angel stopped me in my tracks.  Not a real angel, but then again, who's to say it wasn't a sign from God either way.  As I was running around my house trying to get ready for this weekend, and my mind bogged down from circumstances from this past week, my mind was anywhere but in the here and now.  Then I heard soft bells, and it caused me to stop.  After much searching I notice this new decoration my mom recently put up in our house and it was a wind chime that when you walked by, it made it very softly go off.  Only loud enough for a listening ear to hear it.  So that's what I did, I stopped and listened.  It was so calming that I found no other choice but to put myself in the moment and enjoyed the peacefulness of a empty house.  And I smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118915323192999340-670163625101226525?l=avilla5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/feeds/670163625101226525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118915323192999340&amp;postID=670163625101226525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/670163625101226525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/670163625101226525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/2009/01/angels.html' title='**Angels**'/><author><name>Becky Avilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927868359802513314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbkezZ3gPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wNihxhDdPpg/S220/n767322998_1124170_8817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbteYjfy1I/AAAAAAAAADE/KrsjCXcswtw/s72-c/IMG_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118915323192999340.post-492041517160811560</id><published>2009-01-08T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:01:04.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 - The start of something... great?!?</title><content type='html'>Well if you call getting broken up with and your brother having to spend 4 days in the hospital great, then yeah, my 2009 has been great.  But seriously, I can't complain that much.  Although getting broken up with wasn't exactly the highlight of my day, I have always wanted to know how it feels to get broken up with.  And I know having a brother in the hospital isn't what every sister wants, but he is getting better everyday and he is supposed to come home tomorrow.  See, that's what I've been learning in '09... things can always look better =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbn5aWzDtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BdTd3BHBcko/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbn5aWzDtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BdTd3BHBcko/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289169785906728658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118915323192999340-492041517160811560?l=avilla5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/feeds/492041517160811560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118915323192999340&amp;postID=492041517160811560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/492041517160811560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/492041517160811560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-start-of-something-great.html' title='2009 - The start of something... great?!?'/><author><name>Becky Avilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927868359802513314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbkezZ3gPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wNihxhDdPpg/S220/n767322998_1124170_8817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbn5aWzDtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BdTd3BHBcko/s72-c/IMG_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118915323192999340.post-2044197804782639125</id><published>2007-09-05T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:03:12.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~HOmE SwEEt HOmE~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a445.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/121/l_563d842411a4949c4e3f4e6df0813fac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://a445.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/121/l_563d842411a4949c4e3f4e6df0813fac.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118915323192999340-2044197804782639125?l=avilla5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/feeds/2044197804782639125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118915323192999340&amp;postID=2044197804782639125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/2044197804782639125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/2044197804782639125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/2007/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='~HOmE SwEEt HOmE~'/><author><name>Becky Avilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927868359802513314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbkezZ3gPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wNihxhDdPpg/S220/n767322998_1124170_8817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118915323192999340.post-4376861815376480202</id><published>2007-06-10T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:08:21.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things must end...</title><content type='html'>So as much as I love my friends here I think I can honestly say that I'm ready to go home.  Pretty soon I'm off to Spain, and then Texas, and then home!!!  I'm so excited, but sad, actually quite confused on how I really feel about the whole thing.  I guess the only thing I can really do is except that it's over, smile, say goodbye, cry, treasure memories, and be ready to make new ones!  I wish I could stay in touch with everyone but reality is inevitable.  I'm going to miss my Ashley, yes my Ashley, Steph cause we pretty much always have a blast together, all my roommates from first term singing and danging, second term whale eating &amp; spring school drama!  I'm going to miss Jo because she's great and I love her, Ian because I can make him very awkward very easily &amp; the rest of the staff (Trevor, Viv, and the fact that Rob didn't know anybody lol).  I'm going to miss my Zimbabwe group (I already miss some of them) and everyone I came in contact with.  The memories are irriplacable and each person has a place in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Did I mention I'm going to SPAIN... WOOHOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118915323192999340-4376861815376480202?l=avilla5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/feeds/4376861815376480202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118915323192999340&amp;postID=4376861815376480202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/4376861815376480202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/4376861815376480202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-good-things-must-end.html' title='All good things must end...'/><author><name>Becky Avilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927868359802513314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbkezZ3gPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wNihxhDdPpg/S220/n767322998_1124170_8817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118915323192999340.post-2117642988581659671</id><published>2007-05-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T13:07:10.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirks of Becky</title><content type='html'>So I know this is kind of late but I'm supposed to write 6 quirks of myself because Russell tagged me but see, I don't have many quirks so I'll do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I cut with sissors my mouth opens. Then I close it, and then it opens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to match my clothes when I go running or play soccer.  You never know who I'm going to run into lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I change my hair color a lot.  Like seriously, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I always read the last page of the book before I start reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Once I hear somebody's birthday once, I never forget it.  I have like a built in Calander in my brain.  Yet I always forget when homework is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I don't hear or understand what somebody says I make up in my mind what I think they said (often being terribly wrong) and respond accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I'm sure there is more, a lot more, and probably ones that are more weird then this one but it's all I can think about right now.  I would tag people but I don't know many people with blogs lol so this chain of quirks is going to stop here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118915323192999340-2117642988581659671?l=avilla5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/feeds/2117642988581659671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118915323192999340&amp;postID=2117642988581659671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/2117642988581659671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/2117642988581659671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/2007/05/quirks-of-becky.html' title='Quirks of Becky'/><author><name>Becky Avilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927868359802513314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbkezZ3gPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wNihxhDdPpg/S220/n767322998_1124170_8817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118915323192999340.post-7272745202848712307</id><published>2007-05-19T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T13:55:26.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life... or something like it</title><content type='html'>So I'm trying to blog more regularly on here so I can just tell people to read my blog if they want to know what's going on in my life so here is a little update on my life.  Well SPRING SCHOOL!!!! Yeah I feel like it just started but it's actually almost over already, crazy huh?  Well spring school is different, good but definitely different.  This weekend is travel weekend so not much going on but I like it.  Today four of us girls went to Preston and did some shopping and watched a football game at the pub.  Good news:  I have a house for school next year!!!  Such an answer to prayer!  I don't have pictures of it yet but as soon as my brother sends me the pictures I'll post them up.  I'll be home the beginning of July, will be in a out during the month of July and then I'll be moving down to SLO in the beginning of August.  My life never seems to sit still.  Well that's my life right now.  Hopefully I wont' wait so long before I post something again!&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of spring school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rk9hH4lSPMI/AAAAAAAAABg/2Kof6GnzVJg/s1600-h/STP60019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rk9hH4lSPMI/AAAAAAAAABg/2Kof6GnzVJg/s320/STP60019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066374893890845890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rk9ew4lSPLI/AAAAAAAAABY/c2hsoayMH64/s1600-h/P1030334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rk9ew4lSPLI/AAAAAAAAABY/c2hsoayMH64/s320/P1030334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066372299730599090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rk9jAYlSPNI/AAAAAAAAABo/4OqBHk3m784/s1600-h/STP60035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rk9jAYlSPNI/AAAAAAAAABo/4OqBHk3m784/s320/STP60035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066376964065082578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118915323192999340-7272745202848712307?l=avilla5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/feeds/7272745202848712307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118915323192999340&amp;postID=7272745202848712307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/7272745202848712307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/7272745202848712307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-or-something-like-it.html' title='Life... or something like it'/><author><name>Becky Avilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927868359802513314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbkezZ3gPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wNihxhDdPpg/S220/n767322998_1124170_8817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rk9hH4lSPMI/AAAAAAAAABg/2Kof6GnzVJg/s72-c/STP60019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118915323192999340.post-5432470856506700790</id><published>2007-03-17T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T06:56:57.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvyhu2_daI/AAAAAAAAABM/_EfI6MgkEeY/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvyhu2_daI/AAAAAAAAABM/_EfI6MgkEeY/s320/IMG_0573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042890869099689378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvwbe2_dZI/AAAAAAAAABE/tZ4lRR1VNsI/s1600-h/DSCN2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvwbe2_dZI/AAAAAAAAABE/tZ4lRR1VNsI/s320/DSCN2149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042888562702251410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvv9u2_dYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wNrY5ocygVg/s1600-h/DSCN1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvv9u2_dYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wNrY5ocygVg/s320/DSCN1956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042888051601143170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvvt-2_dXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kkGLI0UDtJQ/s1600-h/DSCF0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvvt-2_dXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kkGLI0UDtJQ/s320/DSCF0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042887781018203506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvvbe2_dWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/paICn2qjJJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvvbe2_dWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/paICn2qjJJ8/s320/IMG_0637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042887463190623586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/RfvvNu2_dVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DYf9pw7ZrJA/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/RfvvNu2_dVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DYf9pw7ZrJA/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042887226967422290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvu4e2_dUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5wGxJxTPrm4/s1600-h/IMG_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvu4e2_dUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5wGxJxTPrm4/s320/IMG_0889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042886861895202114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/RfvurO2_dTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/l1sD-412FrI/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/RfvurO2_dTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/l1sD-412FrI/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042886634261935410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is just a glimps into my 2 week mission trip to Africa.  I'm not sure I can truely explain how amazing it was but it was by far two of the best weeks of my life, ever.  Our group bonded soooo much and I'm going to miss everyone so much.  God used us in mighty ways.  Just when we thought we had no more strength, he would give us 1000 kids to do a soccer school with and amazingly everything would go great.  It's the first time in my life I can honestly say it was all God and none of me.  I guess God doesn't lie when he says His power is made perfect in our weakness.  We got to see God's beauty in Zimbabwe.  We climbed a huge mountain and looked out onto a huge valley, where our car happened to break down we could see the whole town of Mutare, we saw beautiful sun rises and we even saw a lunar elipse when we slept under the stars!  I loved it!  Every part of it!  Take me back to Zimbabwe!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118915323192999340-5432470856506700790?l=avilla5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/feeds/5432470856506700790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118915323192999340&amp;postID=5432470856506700790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/5432470856506700790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/5432470856506700790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/2007/03/africa.html' title='Africa'/><author><name>Becky Avilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927868359802513314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbkezZ3gPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wNihxhDdPpg/S220/n767322998_1124170_8817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/Rfvyhu2_daI/AAAAAAAAABM/_EfI6MgkEeY/s72-c/IMG_0573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118915323192999340.post-180676497257968514</id><published>2007-02-10T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T06:45:39.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London...</title><content type='html'>So I pretty much have the bestest boyfriend in the entire world.  He flew half way around the world to come spend a week with me in London!  It was amazing and by far one of the best weeks of my life.  My friend from school came with me and we met Matt and Chris at the hotel they paid for us to stay at.  We had so much fun going through the town of London by means of the underground which I'm sorry to say we ended up on the wrong train a few times.  So many funny times... but I'm sorry to say most wouldn't be understood by the common reader.  Unless for some reason you find "green man surprise" and "it's not a rock, it's a rock lobster" funny, I think I'll just keep our jokes between the four of us.  I can tell you that Chris did have a fun time going around looking for David Bowie and the Spice Girls and I'm pretty sure Matt's going to more careful next time he gets off of the subway.  But after no time at all our week was over and me and Matt had to once again part our separate ways.  But I am encouraged by the fact it will be the last time we have to leave each other knowing it will be a long time till we see each other again.  Here are some pictures of our adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/38/m_81d3b3a6ce95113e1297defdbb055d77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/38/m_81d3b3a6ce95113e1297defdbb055d77.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a848.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/34/m_cecdd6e8da5ff59d5a3cec3ffbfe3bdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a848.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/34/m_cecdd6e8da5ff59d5a3cec3ffbfe3bdf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a723.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/19/m_7fa73c80cac487fc8bc6672684675492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a723.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/19/m_7fa73c80cac487fc8bc6672684675492.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a166.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/29/m_156a0560a3614aacf8e604a0577c9915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a166.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/29/m_156a0560a3614aacf8e604a0577c9915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a386.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/22/m_c4cf7430dc3f04deec7883085bee7eb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a386.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/22/m_c4cf7430dc3f04deec7883085bee7eb9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118915323192999340-180676497257968514?l=avilla5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/feeds/180676497257968514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118915323192999340&amp;postID=180676497257968514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/180676497257968514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/180676497257968514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/2007/02/london.html' title='London...'/><author><name>Becky Avilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927868359802513314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbkezZ3gPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wNihxhDdPpg/S220/n767322998_1124170_8817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118915323192999340.post-8854456075251135996</id><published>2007-01-28T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T08:40:35.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my blog!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm new at all of this but I'd thought I'd give it a shot and see how I like it.  Let's see, I'm not sure where to start but I guess I'll start with some pictures of the people back home that mean the most to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace-250.vo.llnwd.net/01042/05/25/1042985250_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://myspace-250.vo.llnwd.net/01042/05/25/1042985250_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a271.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/27/l_a272fc30d7a3472ee8e4db008a7c5c5e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a271.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/27/l_a272fc30d7a3472ee8e4db008a7c5c5e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBF's (Bestest Best Friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace-837.vo.llnwd.net/00650/73/86/650926837_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://myspace-837.vo.llnwd.net/00650/73/86/650926837_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a842.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/11/l_10fb73d7d5265594b9a40c875d2c1549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a842.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/11/l_10fb73d7d5265594b9a40c875d2c1549.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a35.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/17/l_15b3d4ccc1c871e53af62d18792f9bda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a35.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/17/l_15b3d4ccc1c871e53af62d18792f9bda.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118915323192999340-8854456075251135996?l=avilla5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/feeds/8854456075251135996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118915323192999340&amp;postID=8854456075251135996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/8854456075251135996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118915323192999340/posts/default/8854456075251135996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avilla5.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my blog!'/><author><name>Becky Avilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927868359802513314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPCULNY-ZEw/SWbkezZ3gPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wNihxhDdPpg/S220/n767322998_1124170_8817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
