<?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-3263381113306204432</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:14:31.627-07:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='school'/><category term='wedding'/><title type='text'>The Misadventures of Rebecca Lynn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263381113306204432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02535143586825287534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KFHsTx0KWqA/R13fONEr77I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mFy6R6tgOhI/S220/IMG_0732.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263381113306204432.post-3074618234751130142</id><published>2008-06-24T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:05:04.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>House hunting</title><content type='html'>Ben and I might be buying a house soon.  Scary, but exciting.  That feels like such a "grown-up" thing to do. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263381113306204432-3074618234751130142?l=rebalynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3074618234751130142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263381113306204432&amp;postID=3074618234751130142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263381113306204432/posts/default/3074618234751130142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263381113306204432/posts/default/3074618234751130142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/2008/06/house-hunting.html' title='House hunting'/><author><name>Rebecca Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02535143586825287534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KFHsTx0KWqA/R13fONEr77I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mFy6R6tgOhI/S220/IMG_0732.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263381113306204432.post-5968168880735953791</id><published>2008-04-27T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:41:39.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>And one more thing...</title><content type='html'>It's hard to be focused on school when I'm getting married exactly 5 months from today :)  Ben and I have now been together exactly 21 months and he'll be my husband on September 27.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really rather spend the rest of my day researching florists or trying to pick out items for our gift registry than working on a case study about meat packers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263381113306204432-5968168880735953791?l=rebalynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5968168880735953791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263381113306204432&amp;postID=5968168880735953791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263381113306204432/posts/default/5968168880735953791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263381113306204432/posts/default/5968168880735953791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-one-more-thing.html' title='And one more thing...'/><author><name>Rebecca Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02535143586825287534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KFHsTx0KWqA/R13fONEr77I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mFy6R6tgOhI/S220/IMG_0732.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263381113306204432.post-3858880795236923946</id><published>2008-04-27T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:38:17.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I said I wanted a challenge...</title><content type='html'>When I started working on my master's degree last year, I said I wanted a challenge.  Well, the first two classes were not challenging enough, but this latest one has more than made up for it.  I am trying to work on my final paper and I'm having the hardest time!  For goodness sakes, I was a high school valedictorian and graduated Magna Cum Laude with my first degree and yet you'd think I was a total moron if you my attempt at a final paper, at least in its current state.  Okay, I guess I should quit venting about it and get back to working on it.  I have got to get more done before church tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263381113306204432-3858880795236923946?l=rebalynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3858880795236923946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263381113306204432&amp;postID=3858880795236923946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263381113306204432/posts/default/3858880795236923946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263381113306204432/posts/default/3858880795236923946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-said-i-wanted-challenge.html' title='I said I wanted a challenge...'/><author><name>Rebecca Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02535143586825287534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KFHsTx0KWqA/R13fONEr77I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mFy6R6tgOhI/S220/IMG_0732.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263381113306204432.post-823692506083309812</id><published>2007-12-17T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:10:32.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Chick Flick" for Couples...</title><content type='html'>Tonight Ben and I had the opportunity to catch a sneak preview of P.S. I Love You.  What a great movie.  It was funny and beautiful and moving...and it made me cry, which for most girls doesn't mean much but since I am often emotionally constipated and can't get tears out even when I feel like I want to, this was a big deal.  To anyone who is unattached, by all means see the movie w/ your girlfriends, or guy friends, whatever.  But, if you're fortunate enough to be in a relationship w/ someone who you're crazy about and who thinks the world of you too, then you should see it with him or her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Ben been unavailable, I probably would have seen it w/ one of my girlfriends.  I'm sure I would have still enjoyed it, but I have to say there is something so incredible about watching a movie about true love and having yours beside you, holding your hand.  I never really understood that before I was in love.  I couldn't get why one of my girlfriends would want to see a girly love story w/ her boyfriend/husband rather than w/ me, her eager chick-flick comrade....but now I do.  When it comes to girly movies like Bring-it-On, I say go full-on estrogen style....but this movie was--for me anyway--on par w/ The Notebook and I'm so glad I got to see it with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend the film though...to hooked up and unattached alike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263381113306204432-823692506083309812?l=rebalynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/feeds/823692506083309812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263381113306204432&amp;postID=823692506083309812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263381113306204432/posts/default/823692506083309812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263381113306204432/posts/default/823692506083309812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/2007/12/chick-flick-for-couples.html' title='A &quot;Chick Flick&quot; for Couples...'/><author><name>Rebecca Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02535143586825287534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KFHsTx0KWqA/R13fONEr77I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mFy6R6tgOhI/S220/IMG_0732.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263381113306204432.post-6636361295856430434</id><published>2007-12-10T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:07:25.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop saying it...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this might be too whiny or pessimistic for a first blog.....BUT, I would like for people to stop telling me, "You're going to be next," with regard to getting engaged.  I don't know if I'm going to be next; they don't know if I'm going to be next; and I don't want to be disappointed if I'm not next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super happy for all my friends who have gotten engaged/married of late.  Clearly, it was the right time for them....and I know it will happen for me too when it's the right time...it just hasn't happened yet...and no one knows whether I'll be next, except maybe Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all.  I'm not upset.  Just needed to get this off my chest.  The people who've said "You're next" are well-meaning so I don't want this to seem like I'm grumpy with them.  I just wish they'd stop making predictions because I'm trying to not get my hopes up too early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263381113306204432-6636361295856430434?l=rebalynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6636361295856430434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263381113306204432&amp;postID=6636361295856430434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263381113306204432/posts/default/6636361295856430434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263381113306204432/posts/default/6636361295856430434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebalynn.blogspot.com/2007/12/stop-saying-it.html' title='Stop saying it...'/><author><name>Rebecca Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02535143586825287534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KFHsTx0KWqA/R13fONEr77I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mFy6R6tgOhI/S220/IMG_0732.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
