<?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-1848256651933702906</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:07:16.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berne it up!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-5086787597862540783</id><published>2010-07-02T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:49:06.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon I'll be ABC!</title><content type='html'>So A LOT has happened since the last time I posted. I'm assuming anyone  who reads this blog knows so I am just going to post some of my engaged  pictures. Sorry Grandma it took me soo long!! I am getting married  August 21st in the Portland Oregon Temple to the most perfect man. He is  my best friend and the love of my life and that isn't even including  the fact that I have known him my whole life and he is from home!! At  the end of the summer last year my Grandpa Smith looked at me and told  me to find a boy from home, someone who wouldn't take me away from my  family and well... Grandpa I took your advice! Granted, I was  technically already dating Wes at the time but I learned, always listen  to your grandparents :) Here are some of my favorite engagement  pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/TC7L_PXNAVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AHrJ0-QO_6I/s1600/10-05-11068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/TC7L_PXNAVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AHrJ0-QO_6I/s320/10-05-11068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489549283127263570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/TC7L-WBG3HI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_ZlJWobq478/s1600/10-05-11066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/TC7L-WBG3HI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_ZlJWobq478/s320/10-05-11066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489549267733765234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/TC7L97xG-hI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nPubL5c7MJg/s1600/5x5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/TC7L97xG-hI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nPubL5c7MJg/s320/5x5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489549260687342098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/TC7L9fP_mZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zY3UzRAAA5A/s1600/10-05-11013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/TC7L9fP_mZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zY3UzRAAA5A/s320/10-05-11013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489549253032253842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/TC7L89dfFiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HLzYs1xmnWI/s1600/10-05-11007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/TC7L89dfFiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HLzYs1xmnWI/s320/10-05-11007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489549243962037794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I tried to add more but it hasn't worked 2 different times so these are all you get right now. If I remember I will try to put up more later. Hope you guys like them!! Eventually Wes and I will create a blog of our own and with his help I think we will be better about blogging on more of a regular basis. Lets cross our fingers at least! Counting down the days till August 21st!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an explanation of the title: Anna Berne Collett, ABC. It is something my friends and I used to joke about that happening. I have everything I've dreamed of and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-5086787597862540783?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/5086787597862540783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=5086787597862540783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/5086787597862540783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/5086787597862540783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2010/07/soon-ill-be-abc.html' title='Soon I&apos;ll be ABC!'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/TC7L_PXNAVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AHrJ0-QO_6I/s72-c/10-05-11068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-807625798705435413</id><published>2009-11-02T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:09:25.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I know I said I would be better at blogging and yet it is November and my last post was October. Sorry! It has become harder as more family members get facebook because they can see my pictures and life easier. But alas I still have some people who will check this blog (or so I think). Well school is in full fledge work now and I am swimming up to my neck in papers, tests, and stress but I have little things here and there keeping me afloat. Such things are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have to always put my family here. Although they are far away in Oregon I get to talk with them occasionally and sometimes even get the privilege of talking to them on skype and seeing their beautiful faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Of course my friends. They keep me laughing and make sure I never take myself too seriously (especially this last week. Apparently it was dubbed make fun of Anna week.) : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. And more recently in my life Wes who also keeps me sane and does keeps me smiling. Good thing he doesn't really know about my blog because I'm going to brag about him a little. One day after practice my roommate texted me to tell me I had roses waiting for me and I was super confused because I didn't know who they were from (he was slightly offended by that comment ha). And sure enough when I got home this was waiting for me : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/Su-PDDfSt-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dkCzUJNb-WQ/s1600-h/DSC05695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/Su-PDDfSt-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dkCzUJNb-WQ/s320/DSC05695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399691760879450082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course roses can make everything better especially when they are just for fun. Alisha did ask what he had done for me to deserve flowers and his answer would've been to her "you just deserve to get flowers from time to time" :) :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Lacrosse is always an scapegoat for me. This year my team is awesome which of course makes practice even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My parents are the best parents ever and sent me my baby to have at school. Yes...my TRUCK!!! I thought I had taken a picture of it but really you all know what it looks like and yes I'm rebuilding our sticker collection on the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. My friends and I find ways to be weird and enjoy ourselves. For our ward Halloween party we threw together our costume but if I do say so myself it was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/Su-QGdzX54I/AAAAAAAAAII/UocCZkJidiE/s1600-h/11555_1180603308400_1027680009_30505518_5754303_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/Su-QGdzX54I/AAAAAAAAAII/UocCZkJidiE/s320/11555_1180603308400_1027680009_30505518_5754303_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399692918994233218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/Su-QGCPNdyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KPZnqj0G2mQ/s1600-h/11555_1180599148296_1027680009_30505506_2255066_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/Su-QGCPNdyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KPZnqj0G2mQ/s320/11555_1180599148296_1027680009_30505506_2255066_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399692911594796834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you can't tell we are winterguards (lifeguards in utah). ha we thought we were funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of other things that keep me sane (or as sane as I can be) but I really should be doing homework right now and really those are the main things I have done recently. I will be better about updating you on my life...if anything exciting actually happens. LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-807625798705435413?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/807625798705435413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=807625798705435413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/807625798705435413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/807625798705435413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2009/11/whoops.html' title='Whoops!'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/Su-PDDfSt-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dkCzUJNb-WQ/s72-c/DSC05695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-5742708119721992211</id><published>2009-09-02T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:17:45.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it has begun...</title><content type='html'>Despite all my efforts classes have started again. I think I would've enjoyed about 3 week down in Provo to just have fun before I actually had to be serious. Last Thursday I moved into my little 4 person apartment in the complex called "The Colony." Oddly enough my sister also lived there during her sophomore year. It is a cool place with its own road. Sadly enough I have really only met about 4 people but thankfully I do have friends from last year.&lt;br /&gt;    I've come to realize in the last week or so that 19 is SUPER young once you are out of the dorms. Thankfully I have a ton of other 19 year old friends, but seriously when did I become a child again?&lt;br /&gt;I said I had "moved" into my apartment already but really I still have boxes on my floor waiting to be figured out. An apartment is a lot different from a dorm and as weird as it sounds I'm struggling to move into a bigger room than the dorm. Thankfully I have the most amazing and sweetest roommate ever that she is understanding and allows my boxes to take over our room.&lt;br /&gt;   Possibly my greatest achievement so far has been creating curtains for our closet. For some reason our closet had no covering and as much as I love looking at clothes Sarah (my roommate) and I decided we didn't like the open and messy feel of seeing our clothes. So, yes we went to Walmart and created curtains under 20 dollars! (Once I get my camera back I will take pictures and post them).&lt;br /&gt;    So I guess I can finally talk about class. My dad doesn't believe I actually go to school while here but I really do. I have a great schedule for this semester. I may never survive it, but I am super excited for the things that I can learn from the classes. I am taking Athletic Training (the class that helps me apply to my major), Physiology (may actually be the death of me), American Sign Language, D&amp;amp;C, and a dance class. So far my sign class has been the coolest experience. My teacher is actually deaf and therefore cannot speak. We are also not allowed to speak in class. We get fined 50 cents if caught talking (yes I am afraid I'll come out poorer after this class). I'm on campus a ton of the day but I think campus is probably the prettiest part of Provo so I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;    I had my first lacrosse meeting last night and was slightly shocked that we start practices tomorrow and our first tournament will be on the 26th of September against some of our biggest rivals. I'm excited to be back into the swing of things but am seriously wishing I had ran more than 4 times this summer.&lt;br /&gt;    Well there it is. Probably way more than needed and way more scattered than anyone wants to read. I am in the library with the goal to do my homework so I should probably get to it. (Sorry for the craziness of my blog! It is kind of how my brain works).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-5742708119721992211?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/5742708119721992211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=5742708119721992211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/5742708119721992211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/5742708119721992211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-so-it-has-begun.html' title='And so it has begun...'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-7964309460210022098</id><published>2009-08-20T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:04:42.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer comes and summer goes...quickly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3HPE5BA0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/guEmMA7iv0Q/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I first got home for the summer I was super excited to not be in classes anymore and couldn't wait to see my beautiful Oregon, but I felt like the summer would never end. Now that I'm sitting back in Provo with only a little over a week before classes start again I wonder where my summer actually went. I never thought I would survive Forever 21 with money in my bank or my legs still intact. I never thought my Dad would make it through the summer without killing me or kicking me out of the house. I never thought I would actually want to be in Utah instead of Oregon (not for the state but for BYU).  I never thought a lot of things would happen this summer. Let me run through the surprises and joys of my summer:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I never thought I would watch the sunrise at the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;highest point on Maui with my friends from school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3BXdpFIsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d_FJA0EU5w0/s320/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372162539360953026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I never thought I would come home from Maui on crutches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Thankfully there are no pictures of this).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I never realized until this summer how hard flying a kite is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (but found out I was talented when it came to hitting my brothers with it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3CCaXXrFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WuXNzPe6XXM/s320/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372163277215738962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I never thought my friend Ellie from school would come and visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I KNEW she'd fall instantly in love with Oregon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3C_LR6HtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CFzp3DgcRnM/s320/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372164321138319058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I KNEW I have the cutest nieces in the world and will miss them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every second I am in Utah away from them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3D5MPdeSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VJXHc7S0l3k/s320/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372165317828901154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I never thought my brother would get married this summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and even more so I never thought we would make it THROUGH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the wedding (but I know now it was beautiful).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3E5ODx84I/AAAAAAAAAGw/IF3cD0REX9s/s320/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372166417828410242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. I confirmed how much I LOVE the Oregon Coast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3FRSQ2FAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3_KDXo0hRVM/s320/DSC05454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372166831273808898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I realized that my family loves me...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3F6zTIrcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/A95uMS9Si_M/s320/IMG_2893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372167544516423106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. I realized (again) how much I love them and will miss them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and that includes ALL the family I'm lucky enough to have live near).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are no pictures to show that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. I realized (again) how much I rely on my best friend Kate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and how much I'll miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3HPE5BA0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/guEmMA7iv0Q/s320/DSC01503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372168992347718466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yes sometime we look a little too much like a couple ha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. I realized that we should live each day without thinking of the future or the past, but to just live and love the day we are in at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. (I just can't end on an even number for some reason) I realized that although I am super excited to be back at school and start a new year and new adventures I will treasure my summer and the memories I have made during it. I will treasure all those you helped make it a summer to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love all of you back in Oregon and will miss you everyday I am apart from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(And I do promise to be better about blogging) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-7964309460210022098?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/7964309460210022098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=7964309460210022098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/7964309460210022098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/7964309460210022098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-comes-and-summer-goesquickly.html' title='Summer comes and summer goes...quickly'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3BXdpFIsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d_FJA0EU5w0/s72-c/DSC01411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-3019300299521601942</id><published>2009-03-01T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:36:02.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made it through, then danced</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/Sat8WwnZBmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CSi5EHQI3gU/s1600-h/n558863635_2193585_6057731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/Sat8WwnZBmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CSi5EHQI3gU/s320/n558863635_2193585_6057731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308473316235347554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I survived one more week of midterms. Every time I am faced with the coming week full of midterms I fail to see the light at the end of the tunnel but do not worry I made it through partially unscathed. I will report my 91 on my anatomy lab midterm but keep my history midterm to myself : ) so naturally when the tests were done we went out to play! Thank goodness BYU likes themed dances. &lt;div&gt;It may be hard to tell what the dance was but it was cowboys and indians. My hatred for all country obviously helped in my decision to be an indian but my hawaii friends for sure pull off the indian look a lot better than I do. I do not know if it is the red hair or the very pale skin that throws it off. It was a fun dance until the cops came. I really think cops have nothing better to do with their lives than ruin fun. I mean seriously there has to be drivers breaking laws or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/Sat9gPQ9d8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/S4Tcft6kmOM/s320/n558863635_2193587_218368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308474578593216450" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;else happening that needs their attention more than a dance going on at a tiny house. Anyways is Provo not full of college students?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my roommate looks way more authentic than I do we had a lot of fun. What better to do after a week of mid terms than go dance your heart out in a small 10 by 10 room?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may ask what fun do we have planned for next week? MY PARENTS ARE VISITING!! Check next week for great pictures of the Bernes (part of us) reunited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-3019300299521601942?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/3019300299521601942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=3019300299521601942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/3019300299521601942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/3019300299521601942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2009/03/made-it-through-then-danced.html' title='Made it through, then danced'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/Sat8WwnZBmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CSi5EHQI3gU/s72-c/n558863635_2193585_6057731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-3772792410910569935</id><published>2009-02-17T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:33:46.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SZr0GxF-W7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FlKhjFpK93M/s1600-h/n724863099_1469128_7720.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend was my teams first tournament for the normal season. Ironically my family planned a trip to Anaheim California before they even knew that my team would be playing in Santa Barbara the same weekend. I flew into California on Wednesday night to meet my family in Anaheim and play for a day. Thursday we went to Disneyland and California Adventure for the first time since I was like 3 years old. Sadly my camera died the moment we walked into Disneyland so for right now I don't have anything documenting that trip. It was loads of fun if you subtract the fact that I get motion sick...I went on almost all the rides that everyone else did but I spent most the day with a spinning head and upset stomach but I was with my family and it was sunny out. I think in the end my favorite rides were Indiana Jones, Splash Mountain, Grizzly Peak, and the Toy Story ride. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Friday morning my family drove me up to LA area to meet my team where my team then drove to Santa Barbara. Before we left the weather was saying it would be rainy and cold but we lucked out and got great weather. It wasn't too w&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SZrxw4oez7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wB9jRhyncqc/s320/n724863099_1469083_4715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303817333320372146" /&gt;arm, but it would've been harder for us if it had been really warm. We went to the beach and played around before we had to head to the fields. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our first game was against the number 8th team in the nation and it was our first time playing on a real field, or any field, since November. It started out a little ruff and at half time the score was 2-1 but we won the game 6-1. It was exciting and tiring. We then went on to play the number 3 team, Santa Clara. They were for sure the best team we played in the tournament. The girls were some of the tallest girls I have seen and were crazy fast but we played super well against them and only lost by 2 points. We were actually alright with that loss because they were such a good team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next day we woke up to beautiful sunshine and decided to go to the beach again. This time we weren't allowed to get in the water or sunbathe as we still had 2 more games to play. I was more excited about the games on Saturday because my parents and grandparents drove up to watch them. Our first game was against Santa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SZr0GxF-W7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FlKhjFpK93M/s320/n724863099_1469128_7720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303819908276968370" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barbara, who at the time was ranked number 1. This was our most frustrating game because we were winning and just lost the game in the last minutes. For most of the game we were leading by 2 points but in the last 5 minutes they scored 4 goals to our 0. After being super depressed we ate and played around in the parking lot trying to get up again for our next game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our last game was against UCLA, who were ranked like 8th. This game really showed how unexperienced my team is when it comes to playing on a real field. We have been practicing on any surface we can that isn't covered by snow which has been parking lots or a tennis court that we shoveled. UCLA was probably the second best team we played but we played pretty terrible against them. It was a sad way to end the tournament but it was an extremely fun weekend and we went into the tournament ranked 15th and the polls that came out yesterday have us ranked as 7th!!! So despite the fact that we went 1-3 we came out better than we went in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-3772792410910569935?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/3772792410910569935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=3772792410910569935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/3772792410910569935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/3772792410910569935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the sun'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SZrxw4oez7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wB9jRhyncqc/s72-c/n724863099_1469083_4715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-5659700660185798152</id><published>2008-12-07T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:21:51.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As finals arrive....we PLAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/STy6eEk83dI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fI0jugv84LY/s1600-h/n777520086_1712835_570.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The semester is starting to wind down, and we're are heading into our last week of finals. So, naturally we decided to play....every night this weekend. Although it may sound bad it was one of the best weekends we've had since we actually decided to be social and hang out with more than just ourselves, it was a big step for us. Our weekend actually started thursday night when we went 80's dancing in Salt Lake. It was a long trip for not a very fun club, but it is college....who doesn't make stupid decisions? We kind of went because it was our newish friend (yep I'm popular now) Amy's birthday and she really wanted to go dancing, but friday night was her real party. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As a huge group we went to this fun place (don't know the name I just called it the jumpy place). It had two big gymnastic trampolines, gymnastic bouncy floors, a foam pit thing, these blow up toys and just a lot of crazy things. It was sooo much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/STy1HmavaYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wpld6ddVROQ/s320/n777520086_1712812_3614.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277292005547796866" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first picture is of our group jumping all together on one of the trampolines, and actually a lot of people couldn't get into the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next picture is of the blow up wheel. We really wanted to sit in it and roll around. So we did. We did this all before the boys ran into the room and decided to push us. Lets just say the wheel started to loose a lot of air which caused it to sink, which really just crammed us in it more. At first glance you can't tell I'm in the picture, but just take a closer look at the midd&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/STy3RKY99MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-pef0tv2hW8/s320/n777520086_1712811_3334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277294368846116034" /&gt;le of the bottom and you'll see me...part of me. When the boys started to push really fast we just ended up crumbling all on top of each other, it was slightly painful especially while laughing hysterically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next picture shows that I probably needed more quant sisters in my family, no offense Alisha, and less brothers. Whether I am fighting a boy to get my stuff back or just being taken to the ground, apparently the rule "boys don't hit girls" doesn't apply to me. I was blind sided by Brent and taken to the ground. Then of course I could never just give up and let it go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to fight back, naturally. It is slightly unfair though because his body weighs a ton! He looks small but add his body weight to my chest while laughing hysterically and it leads to no breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/STy4DMZ4oQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CwKo8M1Vo8g/s320/n777520086_1712818_5349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277295228380291330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/STy4V2AdIlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Yjz24K8s2wk/s320/n777520086_1712819_5636.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277295548785566290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other picture happens to be me crawled in a ball. Remember the big red wheel that often had way too many people packed into it? Well, while I was easily beating Brent at our wrestling match he was sitting on top of me. All of a sudden he bailed off and before I could fully wonder why he gave up, I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RAN OVER&lt;/span&gt; by the huge red wheel. After realizing that the wheel was coming our way, Brent strategically planned the timing of his bail out so I wouldn't see it coming, but would still get run over. Like I said, what happened to boys don't hit girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So that was our friday night, I know pretty epic. It ended with a concussion and a twisted knee, all boys may I add. The girls came out untouched...well except for me being ran over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/STy6ETbp1GI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hLdaNwcmWiA/s320/DSC00710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277297446469882978" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After staying up late with our friend who had the concussion it was a late morning for Hoku and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just say the sun was wayyy up before we got out of bed. But our socialness continued over to saturday. BYU had this big party called Fall Fest at Seven Peaks Ice Arena. So, being the social butterflies we are, we went with a big group. It was soo much fun. We played broom hockey, well mostly the boys got into it while Hoku, Sarah, and I guarded the goal while pulling out some sweet dance moves. Then we went ice skating!! I forgot how much I love to ice skate. The Hawaiins were a little skeptical but I skated them around a little. We also went to the dance there and just were everyones friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/STy6eEk83dI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fI0jugv84LY/s320/n777520086_1712835_570.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277297889158946258" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But of course the fun must end sometime as finals are nearing, but don't worry the fun doesn't end this week. Next sunday there will probably be an even longer post, I know shocking right? What else do you expect from me? : ) Thursday I'll be rooting the Blazer's on in Salt Lake, friday I'll be partying it up at a polynesian party, and saturday my ward is all going to Salt Lake for the Christmas lights. Like I said, who needs finals?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-5659700660185798152?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/5659700660185798152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=5659700660185798152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/5659700660185798152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/5659700660185798152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-finals-arrivewe-play.html' title='As finals arrive....we PLAY!!'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/STy1HmavaYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wpld6ddVROQ/s72-c/n777520086_1712812_3614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-6427526478496660929</id><published>2008-11-04T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:44:03.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SRFOevLaKoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XBcLb4Cw3_Q/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SRFOHSuHVhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Br77K3-dIaI/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this is kind of late but Halloween weekend was a little crazy. While eating lunch my friends and I were trying decide what to be for Halloween. Like usual, most girls were thinking of cute costumes. Claire was a jellyfish (it was super cute), Hoku was a gypsy, Kawehi was an aviator, and so on. It came down to, "what should Anna be?" My fall back plan was to just be a hippie, everyone here thinks I'm a hippie anyways, but I thought that was just too lame since a lot of girls were already being a hippie and of course I needed to be original. So as we were talking about being a hippie someone came up with the idea of a rafa (the religion of Bob Marley and what we call Adam). While discussing what to wear to be a rafa Hoku came up with the brilliant idea that I should be a hobo! She was super excited and when that girl gets excited about something there is no turning back so there it was. While most most girls looked pretty I looked like a boy, a dirty boy. To help me look authentic Hoku made me a sign. She wrote,&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SREGRTxlT0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/INV_nKHQDtk/s320/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264996333808602946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"will dance for food" and I know I am a poor and hungry college student but really who wants food when you could have kisses? So of course I made her change it to kisses, but don't worry too much dad it didn't really work : ( Then I thought, what is a hobo without his alcohol, so I decided to get some...sort of. Come on people it is BYU (it is just apple cider) but I thought it added to the feel of my costume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A lot of my friends wanted to go trick-or-treating so I decided to go, but since I haven't trick-or-treated since elementary school and kinda feel like thats the way it should be I just tagged a long and took a ton of pictures. Sometimes I would have friends staying behind with me but other times I didn't and what do you think it looked like with me sitting on the street corner? My friends thought it was funny because I looked so much like a hobo. Apparently I also look identical to Will Smith in Hancock, minus the skin color I'm assuming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After trick-or-treating we went to a dance party at this house that is called the "Hollywood House." It was a ton of fun and it rained a little so I didn't have to miss Oregon Halloweens too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've rambled on for a good amount of space so I'll just add so more pictures of my sweet Halloween costume. Hope you enjoy! And for all the Berne's reading this everyday I come to realized how much of a Berne I truly look like. Even my friends here who don't know my family say I look like a "Berne"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SRFOHSuHVhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Br77K3-dIaI/s320/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265075326564128274" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SRFOevLaKoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XBcLb4Cw3_Q/s320/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265075729340181122" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-6427526478496660929?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/6427526478496660929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=6427526478496660929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/6427526478496660929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/6427526478496660929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SREGRTxlT0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/INV_nKHQDtk/s72-c/DSC00554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-8615448532110200389</id><published>2008-10-08T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:45:27.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True blue...forever blue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This week is Homecoming week and true to BYU they have some odd activities planned for each day. Today happened to be the "True Blue" football game. So as good freshman my friends and I went. I knew a lightly about it. Mainly I knew you get all covered in this odd blue foam. Man was I in for a surprise at how "covered" you get...and how long it stays. Here are some pictures to show you the grand event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SO2VGm4yD7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dzJHjfdqTeg/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SO2VGm4yD7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dzJHjfdqTeg/s320/DSC00475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255020280961699762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SO2Uw9sSKFI/AAAAAAAAADo/75xGbJM8TBU/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SO2Uw9sSKFI/AAAAAAAAADo/75xGbJM8TBU/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255019909126170706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SO2UxBSLzMI/AAAAAAAAADw/-oaG6Q7A6pU/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SO2UxBSLzMI/AAAAAAAAADw/-oaG6Q7A6pU/s320/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255019910090443970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently the blue is supposed to last till the real football game...that is on saturday!!! I'm pretty sure it will stay till then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-8615448532110200389?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/8615448532110200389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=8615448532110200389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/8615448532110200389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/8615448532110200389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-blueforever-blue.html' title='True blue...forever blue!'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SO2VGm4yD7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dzJHjfdqTeg/s72-c/DSC00475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-2424176611497851316</id><published>2008-09-22T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:02:26.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNhzcAncIRI/AAAAAAAAADg/s1kSsKZsVD0/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNhwW9Mo5YI/AAAAAAAAADI/kEexj4TPbnM/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNhwW9Mo5YI/AAAAAAAAADI/kEexj4TPbnM/s320/DSC00433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249068905387320706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this coming week holds my first tests and I'm pretty sure next week I have a test in each class and a paper due. And yet it is 10:26 right now and I haven't started any homework. I finally got my bike so I can get to lacrosse practices (cuz I made the team) and then it was Hi'ilei's birthday so of course we had to do something...and oh did we do something. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Back home we had this tradition of kidnapping people on their birthday and bringing them to some place fun. So, why not continue it in college? Only we kinda vamped it up a little. We had everything planned out perfectly but Hi'ilei decided to leave FHE early so we had to improvise just a little. So Hoku (my roommate) and I had the boys in our group sing to her while we came from around the back to take her down, literally take her down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNhxPFUkrsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_P6ssyXfQl4/s320/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249069869640756930" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We may have frightened some innocent bystanders but all is fun and games when kidnapping. After kidnapping her and physically carrying her to the car, which was an adventure of its of own, we brought her to sonic. May not seem like the greatest birthday adventure but Hawai'i doesn't have sonics and she's been dying to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNhyJw12KgI/AAAAAAAAADY/G_xeLXSBM-A/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249070877755451906" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We may not have many friends outside of our little Polynesian and polypockets (aka wannabes) group but tonight everyone wanted to be friends with us. No lie. I mean seriously how cool do we look (this may be a rhetorical question)? And I'd like to show the oddeness of BYU. While carrying her a pretty long distance we passed a court of basketball players and I don't think anyone even flinched at the odd scene before them. Gotta love BYU. Here is the final product of our struggle to get Hi'ilei into the car. And tests?? What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;are those?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNhzcAncIRI/AAAAAAAAADg/s1kSsKZsVD0/s320/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249072290739265810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-2424176611497851316?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/2424176611497851316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=2424176611497851316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/2424176611497851316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/2424176611497851316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2008/09/college-life.html' title='College life'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNhwW9Mo5YI/AAAAAAAAADI/kEexj4TPbnM/s72-c/DSC00433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-1159556538871448854</id><published>2008-09-21T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:48:52.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend finally came back to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNc_O6K9bbI/AAAAAAAAACw/SAGIRUeWYdU/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNc9xymERvI/AAAAAAAAACY/TYUIMfGzzl4/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNc9xymERvI/AAAAAAAAACY/TYUIMfGzzl4/s320/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248731816327923442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I realized I haven't really posted in a while. I'd like to say that is because I've been too busy doing my homework, but I live bythe honor code now and that would be a serious violation. I've been adapting to my little room, amazing roommate, homework load, and lacrosse. I love my room and my roommate and I've thankfully found friends just as crazy as me already. When it isn't 12:30 in the morning I'll post with pictures of my room, roommate, and friends (ya I have proof they actually exist). &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But one of my greatest distractions has been the ever impending release date of my best friend, yes my brother. I flew home on the 11th around 7:50 to then drag my heavy bags (full of homework I didn't ever really touch) to sit and wait 2 and a half hours for his plane to come in. Thankfully he was 45 minutes early. I sat watching a bunch of New Yorkers come off the plane while ringing my hands to see him. I started to fear my whole "Andrew coming home isn't really real" theory was true. Don't worry it was just that he was the SECOND to last person off the plane. But he did finally get off the plane and I pretty much attacked him and the airline ladies (who had previously looked at like me like I was a weirdo as I was the only one sitting in the terminal...really the only person sitting in that whole section of the airport) looked at us with the biggest smile ever. We then quickly proceeded towards the exit, strict orders from my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got to spend a fun weekend with him before having to come back to reality and more waiting. Thankfully he plans on coming back to me in like a week or so, but here are some pictures of our fun weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNc8CILnQwI/AAAAAAAAABw/F3CSN1ECP4c/s320/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248729897977201410" /&gt;Berne children, not in order for some reason. Do we look alike?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNc-naXTk-I/AAAAAAAAACo/Bwk0xZtahLY/s320/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248732737536496610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Possibly one of the cutest pictures. Also Jenelle with her new favorite person to be with : (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNc_O6K9bbI/AAAAAAAAACw/SAGIRUeWYdU/s320/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248733416089546162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;European maybe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hasn't changed much to me, still the same old dork I knew two years ago. Maybe, the whole tighter clothes is new or the not smiling in pictures, but whatever he does doesn't matter because he is doing it with us now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-1159556538871448854?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/1159556538871448854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=1159556538871448854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/1159556538871448854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/1159556538871448854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-best-friend-finally-came-back-to-me.html' title='My best friend finally came back to me!'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SNc9xymERvI/AAAAAAAAACY/TYUIMfGzzl4/s72-c/DSC00382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-1611051104193150566</id><published>2008-08-10T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:09:48.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My Dad called to ask where my text books were in my previous posts. So, to indulge the old man I thought I'd show what my room looks like and what studying looks like. Granted I am studying for my Book of Mormon final so how bad can that studying be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJ_JIqOXglI/AAAAAAAAABY/rBKcM9fo5e4/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJ_JIqOXglI/AAAAAAAAABY/rBKcM9fo5e4/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233122442638492242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJ_JIwhqFyI/AAAAAAAAABg/mE8qvjdYCcY/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJ_JIwhqFyI/AAAAAAAAABg/mE8qvjdYCcY/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233122444330014498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJ_JJCtM0CI/AAAAAAAAABo/WBqZDD76sok/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJ_JJCtM0CI/AAAAAAAAABo/WBqZDD76sok/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233122449210265634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me add the desks are too small for how I study. I like to spread out (Ask my parents, in high school the whole living room became my study area). Well Dad I hope this makes you a little happier to see I am working hard. It doesn't look too good when you don't do well on a religion test : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-1611051104193150566?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/1611051104193150566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=1611051104193150566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/1611051104193150566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/1611051104193150566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-for-dad.html' title='Just for Dad'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJ_JIqOXglI/AAAAAAAAABY/rBKcM9fo5e4/s72-c/DSC00233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-6003849288017749611</id><published>2008-08-05T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:20:54.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals...what are those?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJkzAXrD07I/AAAAAAAAABA/CrjbU0uT8LI/s1600-h/n1042960981_104308_2292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJkzAXrD07I/AAAAAAAAABA/CrjbU0uT8LI/s320/n1042960981_104308_2292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231268523615179698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJkyxIFBl1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/W2WhKIITIKI/s1600-h/n1128600120_30212548_3229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJkyxIFBl1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/W2WhKIITIKI/s320/n1128600120_30212548_3229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231268261731080018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I near my first college finals week I decided t&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJkzmj4UnuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ne6pNJybaLY/s320/n1128600120_30212545_231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231269179727060706" /&gt;o work very hard to prepare &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJkzROggaqI/AAAAAAAAABI/gMS_slQOHX0/s320/n1128600120_30212546_1197.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231268813212773026" /&gt;for them. Granted I worked really hard on my...tan (which I'd like to add is very lacking. T-shirts and long shorts don't make for nice tan lines). And yes those are two different swim suites which means I was there multiple days this weekend. Claire and I struggled to see in the sun without our sunglasses, but I don't know how to explain the...butt. And don't worry the boy in the back is talking to someone behind Claire not just starring at Claire's beautiful butt. I'm really good at prioritizing what I need to do. (Warning-haven't really figured out the whole uploading pictures so sorry it is a little chaotic. And I LOVE pictures so most my posts will be full of them). It was a great weekend. I accomplished a lot. I have the tan...wait more like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burn&lt;/span&gt; lines to show for my hard work. Oh how I love college in the summer. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-6003849288017749611?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/6003849288017749611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=6003849288017749611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/6003849288017749611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/6003849288017749611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2008/08/finalswhat-are-those.html' title='Finals...what are those?'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJkzAXrD07I/AAAAAAAAABA/CrjbU0uT8LI/s72-c/n1042960981_104308_2292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-1736212703636832077</id><published>2008-08-05T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:05:01.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counselor</title><content type='html'>I've wanted to grow up for the longest time and get away from immature teenagers so of course I go to Utah to be a camp counselor! I'm taking classes as well but I spend most my time watching various sporting events, playing with the campers, going to seven peaks, eating, sleeping, and getting paid for all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJkv6oG1pXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EG92Vw-HSHc/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231265126412559730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the shirt makes it official. This also happens to be around 3 am because I don't sleep anymore, have I already mentioned that? I love my job and love, most of the time, the girls I've had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't even really realize I'm a counselor. Most of the time I just feel like an overly bossy camper and except for the height difference I could be a camper. &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJkwhLm7E0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/rr2lm6Usoso/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231265788777403202" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-1736212703636832077?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/1736212703636832077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=1736212703636832077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/1736212703636832077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/1736212703636832077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2008/08/counselor.html' title='Counselor'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/SJkv6oG1pXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EG92Vw-HSHc/s72-c/DSC00085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848256651933702906.post-8171810820911892124</id><published>2008-07-23T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:32:43.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do with my time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I embark on the newest section of my life, college, I've come to realize how important sleep is. Sleep has become a luxury that I can't really afford, a long with a lot of other things. So instead of managing my time and sleeping more I've decided to make a blog. Which, of course, is a great way to spend my extra time that I have. I blame this all on Alisha and Cooper as I've wanted to be able to make comments on their fun blog. And I thought that maybe some people would enjoy seeing pictures of my new life or hearing from me. It'll probably be just my sister, who for a mom of two little girls has wayyy too much free time (love you lisha) and my loving grandparents, hopefully. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So feel free to comment as I'll probably be on blogspot more than I sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848256651933702906-8171810820911892124?l=annaberne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/feeds/8171810820911892124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848256651933702906&amp;postID=8171810820911892124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/8171810820911892124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848256651933702906/posts/default/8171810820911892124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberne.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-i-do-with-my-time.html' title='What I do with my time'/><author><name>Anna Berne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11194014433738834669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogx-i9GWT24/So3KP8hVKWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CJj2nAIWzWY/S220/DSC01501_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
