<?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-1516232489888606913</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:16:42.912-08:00</updated><category term='Activities'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Finland'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Reading List'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Growing'/><category term='Student Loans'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Car'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Rest'/><category term='Sewing'/><category term='Eavesdropping'/><category term='Computer'/><title type='text'>My Journey Through Life</title><subtitle type='html'>...one day at a time...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carimeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516232489888606913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carimeyer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516232489888606913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04491640741952683833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/TSzuXYKhXlI/AAAAAAAAEfk/mSkfanoLylM/S220/DSC05472.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516232489888606913.post-8772102904977215585</id><published>2011-08-21T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T14:36:15.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog!</title><content type='html'>Hi friends (for those few of you still out there!)&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";urchinTracker();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much prodding from various people in my life, I started a new blog for my crafty projects, quilts, bags, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go check it out and let me know what you think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://practicallyimperfect.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://practicallyimperfect.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll still keep this one up, but it will be more of a documentation of my life and thoughts and not necessarily crafty stuff. I love doing the sewing and creating though, so the other one is probably going to be updated on a more regular basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you want to know what's going on in my life, keep reading here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to know what I've been busy making, go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be some overlap and maybe one day I'll combine them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I have 2 blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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It is beautiful. He stood where he did, he saw what he saw, and he was able to catch it, fitting it into a small frame with only two dimensions and nothing but blends of black and white. The sky is there, the rock, the Jeffrey Pine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The tree grows on the left, but it is gnarled, bending even now, spreading across the picture in its struggle against the wind. Its muscled branches are frozen in their strain, unquivering; its roots claw into stone, matching granite strength. There is a mountain watching from the distance, wondering who will win. The tree has fought for this life, fought in this permanent unretreating retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The wind will win in the end, but this uncomplaining tree is noble. I see no bitterness, no resentment. We may forget, but this tree knows that the world is spinning, and it has hung on to the globe through decades. I see pride in those roots, gratitude where the light sits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Could we improve this picture? How can we make it not better but &lt;/i&gt;best&lt;i&gt;? Remove the tension and the contrast. Remove the black. All of it. Remove the struggle and the inevitable end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Leave the white. Only white. And now it is perfect. Perfectly blank."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Notes from the Tilt-a-Whirl by N.D. Wilson, pages 84-85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I came across this passage as I was reading today. And it struck me. Made me stop and think. I long for beauty in my life, for my life to be seen as beautiful and pleasing to the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But so often, I reject and run away from that which will make me more beautiful. The Lord uses the storms and winds and struggles in my life to make me stronger and more beautiful. To create a depth and richness in me and my relationship with Him that is impossible to get in any other way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet I run away. I pray that they would disappear. That life would be simple and easy to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And, often, God says, "No." Life is not simple. It is not easy to understand. Real life includes trials and struggles and uncertainty and heartache and loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All that He requires is that I cling to Him through it all. That I don't let go through any of the storms in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because it is there that I will find true beauty. Rich and deep and lasting beauty. That only He could create through the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. 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Granted, it's a good way to chronicle my life but I'm not nearly consistent enough to really take advantage of that aspect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";urchinTracker();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe if my life were more interesting... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. No one wants to read about my boring life. No one. Not even my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not deleting this thing because one day my life may get more exciting and I may have things I want to share. And blogger tells me that I have 9 subscribers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is about 8 more than I thought. Don't want to let you all down. {{Side note... who are you?}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's how I feel about blogging. Want to see something more exciting? I've completed 2 projects in the past week, both for my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I repainted my mom's old desk. She gave me permission to paint it, but I never told her what color I wanted to use. Because I was afraid she would take away her permission if I told her. The original desk was a light honey stain and the knobs where big wooden knobs that matched the desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0cEDwGQuPeY/TjESF4qN3lI/AAAAAAAAEjU/qnOTFtegPwA/s400/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634304501135302226" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The color's called Caribbean Holiday. It's bright and I love it. I replaced the old knobs with ones from Cost Plus. $4.99 for 2 knobs and if you're a member of their rewards program they send you a $10 gift certificate for your birthday. So the knobs were free. Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The second project was using an old embroidery hoop that my grandma gave me. 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Who cares if they're on Lesson 16? I'll be jumping into Ephesians 5 with them. Combine that with the Friday night group I've been going to that has also been in Ephesians and I joined in Chapter 6, I'm expecting to be an expert at the last 2 chapters of Ephesians. The first 4? I'm sure they're excellent. I'll get around to studying them one of these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To prepare for study tomorrow, I decided to go to Peet's. I'm much more efficient away from home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I packed up my Bible (kind of necessary for Bible Study), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyDboT29Mjg/TXa9wzCnQvI/AAAAAAAAEik/_8XSovpDLUA/s400/DSC05581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581857434204848882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;put my computer in it's case (the lesson is online in the form of a Word document, I decided to type out my answers instead of writing them down),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zA1koBMR78/TXa9wvQAhzI/AAAAAAAAEic/V9hDG_A4DC0/s400/DSC05577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581857433187288882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;threw on my amazing green trench coat (that I absolutely love),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5y0De3N-92A/TXa9v_7EubI/AAAAAAAAEiM/A2F8ogdZD4k/s400/DSC05572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581857420483017138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grabbed my yellow purse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyX96h6i25Q/TXa9we3ERuI/AAAAAAAAEiU/fGmPRrClWOs/s400/DSC05575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581857428787709666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5y0De3N-92A/TXa9v_7EubI/AAAAAAAAEiM/A2F8ogdZD4k/s1600/DSC05572.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5y0De3N-92A/TXa9v_7EubI/AAAAAAAAEiM/A2F8ogdZD4k/s1600/DSC05572.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5y0De3N-92A/TXa9v_7EubI/AAAAAAAAEiM/A2F8ogdZD4k/s1600/DSC05572.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and headed out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got to Peet's, ordered my latte, found out about free coffee sampling on Thursday (YUM!), found a table and sat down, ready to get started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I pulled out my laptop, the woman at the table next to me looked over and asked, "Are you a quilter?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why, yes, I am! Apparently my computer case had given me away. She was just learning how to sew so we chatted for a couple minutes about sewing and then I started my study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About half and hour later, I heard, "Is that a Bible?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why, yes, it is! Apparently she had been watching me had determined that the combination of my green trench coat, my yellow purse, my pink and brown handmade laptop cover, and my Bible made me, in her words, "seem like an interesting person." We talked about church and Bible studies and living in Clayton for a bit. Eventually I went back to studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When she gathered her things to leave a few minutes later, she stopped on the way out, said it was nice chatting with me, and asked me to pray for her pastor, who is currently in the hospital. She explained a bit of the situation to me, I told her I'd pray, and she left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was thinking about this brief conversation as she left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The items that I had decided to wear and bring to my trip to Peet's told this woman something about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was doing Bible study so I needed my Bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would be typing out my lesson, so I needed my computer and when I take my computer out in public, I carry it in the case I made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was cold so I needed a coat and I wanted to wear my green one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a girl, I need a purse, and I'm currently using my yellow one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These seemingly inconsequential decisions grabbed the attention of the woman at the next table, led her to conclude that I was an interesting person, and prompted her to strike up a conversation with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which got me thinking. What do I clothe myself with everyday? Beyond the clothes and purses. What do I bring along with me when I go out? Beyond my Bible and laptop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do I clothe myself with grace and humility and patience? Probably not as much as I should. Do I bring along a bad attitude and grudges and self centeredness? Probably more than I should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do I think about the fact that people are watching? Rarely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Bible study today focused on Ephesians 5:8-11. Verse 8 says "For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of the light." (NKJV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is the way I live my life reflecting the light that I have in the Lord? When people look at my life, do they see something attractive, something that makes them say, "She seems interesting. I want to know more." Or do they just see another person, no different from the rest of the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I pray that when people look at me, they see an interesting person, but one who is interesting because of the light of Christ shining through me, not because of the color of my jacket or laptop cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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It's been good. Getting a chance to relax and refocus, reconnect with old friends, and hang out with my parents on a regular basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the first things I had to tackle was moving back into and getting settled in my old room. In order to do that, I had to move a lot of stuff out. Things that had accumulated over the years and, since I haven't lived here, I haven't had to deal with. Think Goodwill and garbage. Lots of stuff that, as I looked at it, I thought, "Really? I kept this? Why?" Things that I held onto thinking that one day, I might, maybe, possibly, get around to doing something with. I gave up on those ideas and tossed a lot of stuff. It felt great and now there's room in my room for stuff I actually want to have and use. And I can find it without wading through a lot of useless junk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh.... big sigh of relief!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for fun, I thought I'd share some of the amazing finds my room yielded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JzS1Nb70pS0/TV2KuslSscI/AAAAAAAAEiA/c1ycVIgD6j0/s1600/DSC05569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JzS1Nb70pS0/TV2KuslSscI/AAAAAAAAEiA/c1ycVIgD6j0/s400/DSC05569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574764448600732098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Books. Lots and lots of books. Now, I'm a book fan. But old textbooks from general ed classes, The Babysitter's Club, and books I used for my senior project in high school. Not so useful now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otCdeR1hF2U/TV2KuB6-Y7I/AAAAAAAAEh4/ByvUdHLbc-U/s1600/DSC05568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otCdeR1hF2U/TV2KuB6-Y7I/AAAAAAAAEh4/ByvUdHLbc-U/s400/DSC05568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574764437148951474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, Discman. Or portable CD players, whatever you want to call them. You got replaced long ago by my collection of Apple products (iPod nano, iPod touch, iPhone). Apparently I have a problem collecting portable audio devices. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxRoQH28XSk/TV2KtqoxszI/AAAAAAAAEhw/Nl7eo8nzufY/s1600/DSC05567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxRoQH28XSk/TV2KtqoxszI/AAAAAAAAEhw/Nl7eo8nzufY/s400/DSC05567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574764430898606898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monster glow light stick. I'm thinking it's from a Halloween care package my mom sent me. In college. Unopened. Lovely. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulkOjr2aEHg/TV2KtQbnw5I/AAAAAAAAEho/dIqCYMBf6LU/s1600/DSC05566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulkOjr2aEHg/TV2KtQbnw5I/AAAAAAAAEho/dIqCYMBf6LU/s400/DSC05566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574764423864107922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foam floor tiles. I think these were used in my attic in college. I probably thought it would be a good way to add color to the floor. I'm pretty sure I got them at the dollar store, so no big financial investment, but they needed to go. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7vjl3awNqE/TV2JBo8bgrI/AAAAAAAAEhg/82xujwpeB8M/s1600/DSC05565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7vjl3awNqE/TV2JBo8bgrI/AAAAAAAAEhg/82xujwpeB8M/s400/DSC05565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574762575018295986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awesome yard artwork. Picture frame and switchplate cover. You can't see it in the picture, but there was a sticker on it that showed this was from 1992. If I haven't done it yet, it's never going to happen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qci53XPSkNY/TV2JBLyYylI/AAAAAAAAEhY/Z5Qf1OCI64k/s1600/DSC05564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qci53XPSkNY/TV2JBLyYylI/AAAAAAAAEhY/Z5Qf1OCI64k/s400/DSC05564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574762567191546450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hunter Dan, American Sportsman. White elephant gift that you can read all about &lt;a href="http://carimeyer.blogspot.com/2007/12/hunter-dan-and-other-stuff.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I decided that it was time for him to move on. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlYvPIj1IFo/TV2JAtcSITI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/JzqHrm5Qcg0/s1600/DSC05563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlYvPIj1IFo/TV2JAtcSITI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/JzqHrm5Qcg0/s400/DSC05563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574762559045771570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know this is some kind of game, but I'm not quite sure what or how to play...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-GMj6zlWPw/TV2JAWh_gFI/AAAAAAAAEhI/R4fpVjLOAi8/s1600/DSC05562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-GMj6zlWPw/TV2JAWh_gFI/AAAAAAAAEhI/R4fpVjLOAi8/s400/DSC05562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574762552895701074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;R2D2. On a leash. You can walk him and make him make noises. I'm not even a Star Wars fan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmVTZZ3t4a4/TV2I_0s3TmI/AAAAAAAAEhA/zA3D1s2ypi8/s1600/DSC05561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmVTZZ3t4a4/TV2I_0s3TmI/AAAAAAAAEhA/zA3D1s2ypi8/s400/DSC05561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574762543814495842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grass skirt. You know, from my hula-ing days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YyDATrf6Avk/TV2H3XDhhAI/AAAAAAAAEg4/aw-8HcRJq0M/s1600/DSC05559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YyDATrf6Avk/TV2H3XDhhAI/AAAAAAAAEg4/aw-8HcRJq0M/s400/DSC05559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574761298905891842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A couple black purses I haven't used in years and that are faded and aren't really even black anymore. The smaller one's from Homecoming sophomore year, the only high school dance I ever went to. That's how cool I was in high school. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg0fSM5vrDA/TV2H2zTHM5I/AAAAAAAAEgw/ljA4Rx-m_o4/s1600/DSC05558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg0fSM5vrDA/TV2H2zTHM5I/AAAAAAAAEgw/ljA4Rx-m_o4/s400/DSC05558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574761289307599762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Halloween headband.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPh9Jjxr_Bs/TV2H2ffeaZI/AAAAAAAAEgo/lwiF3pHHGLc/s1600/DSC05557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPh9Jjxr_Bs/TV2H2ffeaZI/AAAAAAAAEgo/lwiF3pHHGLc/s400/DSC05557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574761283990743442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Old computer mice. 2 of them. That won't plug into any computer that we have. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pG9GTQ_hHko/TV2H2FJeCZI/AAAAAAAAEgg/U0wqZ5O9Jh8/s1600/DSC05554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pG9GTQ_hHko/TV2H2FJeCZI/AAAAAAAAEgg/U0wqZ5O9Jh8/s400/DSC05554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574761276919122322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bible cover with inspirational verse and eagle embroidery. Not that this isn't useful, but I ditched the store-bought Bible covers in favor of my own creations in high school. I probably just felt weird about getting rid of something with a Bible verse, like it's a sin or something. But now, it's gone. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npAKGvikP0k/TV2H1iVrpPI/AAAAAAAAEgY/l8TfC_2aUaU/s1600/DSC05553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npAKGvikP0k/TV2H1iVrpPI/AAAAAAAAEgY/l8TfC_2aUaU/s400/DSC05553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574761267575104754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foam stickers. Unopened. Though I think they were a gift, so at least I didn't buy them and then never open them. On the other hand, I just gave away someone's gift to me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that's a small sampling of what I got rid of. If any of this catches your eye, it's up for grabs at Goodwill. 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I never had a nanny, but if I did, I would have wanted one like Mary Poppins. Cleaning my room would be so much easier if I could snap everything into place. Taking medicine, I would imagine it was from one of her magic spoons. Chalk drawings on the sidewalk always remind me of Bert and make me wonder if I can jump into them. Smoke coming out of chimneys makes me wonder if I could walk up it to the sky. I’ve always wanted to try the one man band thing, though I think that would be a total disaster. I’ve thought about what it would be like to slide up a staircase railing and spent hours trying to figure out how to spell “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” I still don’t know… had to look that up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Despite all the fun, there’s a serious side to Mary Poppins as well. Mary Poppins is exactly the nanny that Jane and Michael wanted and she loves them, but when they ask how long she will stay, she won’t commit to a timeframe, simply stating that she shall stay until the wind changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;She never commits to a timeframe, knowing instead that when it comes her time to leave, she will leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I think this is the way that we, as Christians, should approach our lives. The Lord has a specific purpose for every second of our lives. And we don’t get to know what that purpose is. All we can do is simply follow, one step at a time. When it’s time for a change, He will let us know and we need to follow obediently. Which is much easier said than done. We need to approach life with the outlook that we shall stay until the wind changes. And then leave, so sooner and no later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;My wind is changing. God is changing it. As I’ve been evaluating and looking into my life recently, I’ve come to the realization that God is asking me to move. Not a little move from my apartment to my aunt’s house, like I did a couple months ago. A big move. 400 miles away. Next week, I’ll be loading up my car with whatever will fit, leaving the rest in my storage unit and moving north, to Clayton, where I grew up. Leaving the life that I’ve built and the friends I’ve made over the last few years of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Why? I don’t know. Other than I believe that God has asked me to move. I don’t know what will happen once I get up there. I don’t know how long it will be before the Lord changes the wind again. It could be a week, a month, a year, never. But I’m okay with not knowing. I’ve come to understand that God doesn’t give us the whole plan, just the next step. So I’m taking it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Eventually, the wind changed for Mary Poppins as well. Her work was done. The children ran off to fly a kite with their father without even saying goodbye, as her talking parrot umbrella points out. While saddened, Mary Poppins watches them run off and simply states that is as it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;After making my intentions “official” a few weeks ago, I’ve seen that life down here will indeed go on without me. My junior high girls will come to trust and confide in another female leader. Someone will step up and lead the Young Adults Girls’ Bible Study. Someone else will help with childcare at church when needed. God doesn’t need me for any of His work to happen. The ministries I have been involved in will go on and flourish without me. As sad as it is to write this, even think it, my prayer would be that I am not missed. That the Lord would fill the holes and seamlessly continue His ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Simply because that is as it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";urchinTracker();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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That's about to change, but that's for another day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";urchinTracker();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over Christmas, my parent's house became a sort of sweat shop. The Monday after Christmas, we had a &lt;a href="http://carimeyer.blogspot.com/2010/10/rag-quilt.html"&gt;rag quilt&lt;/a&gt; party. Friends of all ages came over and we sewed and learned. To do this, we took over the living room with cutting and materials and the dining room with sewing machines. For the rest of the week, my parents graciously let &lt;a href="http://janellemeyer.blogspot.com/"&gt;my sister&lt;/a&gt; and me leave the tables and machines up so we could continue sewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're dorks. We sewed all week. Cutting and sewing. We went to a New Year's Eve party. And left at 10:30 so we could go home and get more sewing in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janelle made a rag quilt. And put way more thought into hers than I think I've put into the four I've made combined. But it turned out cute. And HUGE. It's with her in Boston now and hopefully it's keeping her warm because snow's in the forecast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a scrappy quilt. Rag quilts are great for big scraps, but for the smaller scraps, rag quilts don't really work. So using the paper piecing method that used for&lt;a href="http://carimeyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/done.html"&gt; the quilt I made for my parents&lt;/a&gt; a few years ago, I made good use out of the bag-fulls of fabric scraps I had collected over the years. Yes, years. I found (and used) scraps from the first quilt I ever made, my senior year of high school (over 10 years ago!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I dumped the bag out and started ironing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/TSzpcKVYIeI/AAAAAAAAEfM/v7uGe9ZGbEI/s400/DSC05468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561076309915345378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pile became a neat, flat pile that I then cut into strips/evened up the sides. Then, using pieces of paper in 4 different sizes and a pattern I made up on Excel graph paper, I sewed/paper pieced/cut/tore paper off (with help) like crazy and eventually ended up with this (I didn't take any pictures of the in-between steps):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/TSzpccghEQI/AAAAAAAAEfU/FGpm-WQEWA0/s400/IMG_0163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561076314793906434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the top. For the back, I used a 6-yard piece of fabric that had been sitting around waiting to be used for over 3 years. It wasn't quite big enough, so I used some more scraps to get it to the right size. The batting I did have to buy, but it was on sale at JoAnn a few weeks back. Pinned it, straight quilted it on my machine, and attached a binding made out of scraps as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/TSzpcyJlV1I/AAAAAAAAEfc/S4Yi5vE3yZc/s400/DSC05502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561076320603297618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my Christmas-time project. I love the way it turned out, lots of variety and memories in the scraps. It's currently on my bed and doing quite a good job of keeping me warm and cozy at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big THANK YOU! to Mom and Dad for letting us take over the living room and dining room and to Dad for helping me get the paper and tear it off and to Janelle for donating some of the scraps for the back and for helping tear the paper off {2} of the smallest squares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need another project and need to start replenishing my scrap drawer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Some are in the apartment, some are in the car, but I'm surrounded by boxes. Two friends came over and we spent hours boxing things up. Bubble wrap, paper, tape, we went through it all. And now everything's in boxes. &lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";urchinTracker();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since everything's in boxes, my shelves are empty. One of the things I really like about my apartment is that there are these really awesome built-in shelves. They've been full of things that represent me for the past year and a half. Books and pictures and mementos from trips. They definitely collected dust but they all mean something to me. The stuffed reindeer from Finland. The doll and wooden giraffe from Africa. Willow Tree Angels from Grandma. Pottery from my wheel thrown ceramics class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, they're all hidden away in boxes and I don't know when I'll see them all again. I'll sleep in my bed tonight and tomorrow it will all go into storage. We'll have a last Bible study sitting on the floor of my empty apartment tomorrow night. Then I'll sleep on an air mattress, finish cleaning, and leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I started typing this, I didn't know exactly what I was going to say, but I felt that if I want to truly use this blog to record my life, I needed to write something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I started typing this, I started with "my life is in boxes." Halfway through the second paragraph, I looked at that sentence and realized that is incorrect. So I changed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stuff is in boxes. My life is in Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't matter what I do or where I live. The part of me that is most important is never going to change. I cannot allow my life to be defined by the books that sit on my shelf or the plates that I eat my food off of or the chair I sit in. In the grand scheme of things, all of my things are just things. Important to me, but just things. My identity is as a daughter of the One who created it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I'm still sad. I've cried myself to sleep a few times. Something is ending and it's not what I want. My life is about to change and when I look at the big picture, I'm excited. I believe that He has something amazing in store for my life. And I know that I have to continue following Him if I want to find out what that is. So this is me doing what I believe to be following Him. One step at a time. I don't know what comes next. All I know is what comes now. He will reveal what is next at the right time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I'll be staying at my aunt and uncle's house until God reveals the next step. As I took a load of things over there earlier tonight, I was listening to my favorite worship CD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm giving You my heart | And all that is within&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I lay it all down | For the sake of You my King&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm giving you my dreams | I'm laying down my rights&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm giving up my pride | For the promise of new life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;-Surrender, Seventh Day Slumber, Take Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me. 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It's how I prefer to start every day. My Bible, my Bible study, and coffee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the last two years, I've been going to a Bible study every Thursday night. It's through the women's ministry at my church, there are women of all ages there, and I'm almost always the youngest one there. By about 25 years or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I absolutely love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While I enjoy spending time with and studying Scripture with people my own age as well, there's something pretty fabulous about being surrounded by the wisdom that only comes with age. These women are simply amazing and I learn and grow so much by being in fellowship with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Up until this current study, we had always done Beth Moore studies. I've studied Daniel, Jesus, and what it truly means to Believe God with these women and all the studies have been fabulous. This time around, however, we took a break from Beth and are doing He Speaks to Me: Preparing to Hear from God by Priscilla Shirer. We're only a couple weeks in, but I'm finding this study rather excellent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The study is somewhat based on 1 Samuel 3 when God speaks to Samuel as a child, looking at the attributes of Samuel that made him ready to hear God's voice. Of course, it expands and brings in other Scripture as well. This study is causing me to think and examine my life and my attitudes in a way I don't think I have before. It's challenging and sometimes rough to get through, but in a good way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I sat with my Bible and my coffee this morning and did the study on "His Acceptance," the first thing that I had to write down was things that I like best about myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not going to lie. Stopped me in my tracks. Are we allowed to do this in a Bible study? I wrote that down and then wrote some things I like about myself. Later in the study I had to write things I don't like about myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The point to this exercise? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;None of my good traits make me acceptable to God and none of my bad traits keep me from a standing of righteousness before God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or, as Priscilla puts it: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are not made acceptable to God by who we are but by &lt;i&gt;Whose&lt;/i&gt; we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In short, it's all about JESUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";urchinTracker();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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And so much has changed since last October. I did get my furniture. From Pottery Barn. And it's pretty fabulous. And I've been able to enjoy it a lot more than I was thinking I would. Mainly because of the one huge change that has happened in the past year. &lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";urchinTracker();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was laid off at the end of February. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird experience. Totally unexpected. (Still) tough to accept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through it all, God has been my strength. I can't imagine having gone through any of the past few months without Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned a lot about myself since February. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a lot of pride in my job. (Note: God's not too big on pride in His children.) I'm not saying that's why I was laid off, but who knows. It may be a part of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friendships are stronger than I would have ever realized without losing my job. The support they've given me is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the biggest thing I've learned is that I don't need a job to be content, to feel fulfilled, to give my life meaning. Because I already have all of that in Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know exactly where my life is going to take me next. If you hadn't heard, the economy is not so great right now and there aren't too many jobs available. I've applied and sent in resumes to many places. All over California, of course. But also Illinois, Tennessee, Washington, North Carolina, Wyoming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considering South Dakota. That would be interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time, I've been continuing to be involved in the Young Adults Ministry at church (and lead a Bible Study), hang out with the Junior High girls (my girls are fantastic), and attend my Women's Ministry Bible Study (those women have been such a wonderful support system!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides church, I've been sewing a lot. I've actually been paid for a couple quilts that I've made, which was pretty exciting for me. I also taught some women at church how to sew which has led to a couple great friendships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also ran a half marathon with my mom last week. So training for that took up a bit of my time. Now it's over and I need to find another reason to continue running. (Side note: The half marathon was way more fun than I was expecting it to be!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my life at the moment. Applying for jobs, Bible Studies and church activities, sewing, cultivating friendships, and trying to figure out where life's going to take me next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And possibly getting back into blogging. If for no other reason than to be able to look back and remember where God took me on this journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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No, I have not. Basically, it's because I'm lazy. Too lazy to get the camera out at opportune moments and too lazy to plug in the camera and download the pictures when I do have them. As a result, there are pictures that have been in the camera for a while... here's a sampling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3z7KFRkZI/AAAAAAAAD40/0iumpC67uiI/s1600-h/Pictures+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3z7KFRkZI/AAAAAAAAD40/0iumpC67uiI/s400/Pictures+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313671333011362194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makenna's birthday party. Matt fell asleep. In the middle of a room full of loud 10 year old girls. That's pretty powerful sleeping talent. A talent I do not possess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3z7d8HpoI/AAAAAAAAD48/b6-TANZl6iU/s1600-h/Pictures+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3z7d8HpoI/AAAAAAAAD48/b6-TANZl6iU/s400/Pictures+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313671338341672578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Janelle graduated from college and I was there! Congratulations little sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3z7uSzVNI/AAAAAAAAD5E/oNuWKn58BkM/s1600-h/Pictures+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3z7uSzVNI/AAAAAAAAD5E/oNuWKn58BkM/s400/Pictures+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313671342731777234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Krissy graduated too! And they took a picture together. (Side note - Krissy and Caleb are getting married in 2 weeks in SLO. I'm going to the wedding, so if anyone's around, let me know!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3z8aji7yI/AAAAAAAAD5U/KjMP6qm5-Ro/s1600-h/Pictures+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3z8aji7yI/AAAAAAAAD5U/KjMP6qm5-Ro/s400/Pictures+196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313671354613165858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The family came down for Christmas and some of us went to Ruby's on the pier and then took the ferry to Balboa Peninsula. Me, Haley, Karen, Dawn, Makenna, Janelle, Mom. Dad, Stephen, and Jeff were there too but did not participate in the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3z8VMKBaI/AAAAAAAAD5M/NPubQfdhgKo/s1600-h/Pictures+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3z8VMKBaI/AAAAAAAAD5M/NPubQfdhgKo/s400/Pictures+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313671353172886946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Haley on the ferry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3pB_PRAKI/AAAAAAAAD4M/BBQb0fdNM0U/s1600-h/Pictures+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3pB_PRAKI/AAAAAAAAD4M/BBQb0fdNM0U/s400/Pictures+204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313659355731656866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the family came down for Christmas, I went up for New Year's. And Mom made us take a family picture after church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3pCb9UeJI/AAAAAAAAD4U/TlOC66R6KIg/s1600-h/Pictures+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3pCb9UeJI/AAAAAAAAD4U/TlOC66R6KIg/s400/Pictures+207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313659363441014930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The awesome photo album I got for $30 (regular price $180) in Venice (California, not Italy, though the book is Italian leather).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3pCt84peI/AAAAAAAAD4c/nzCCYVe_cVg/s1600-h/Pictures+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3pCt84peI/AAAAAAAAD4c/nzCCYVe_cVg/s400/Pictures+221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313659368271029730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nathan and Erin came down to visit. As always, the white board was a big hit. Erin made sure Maggie knew how cool white boards really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3pDLSzN5I/AAAAAAAAD4k/GTeVp0frPOU/s1600-h/Pictures+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3pDLSzN5I/AAAAAAAAD4k/GTeVp0frPOU/s400/Pictures+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313659376147576722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I believe Rachel had my camera this night. Thus this is one of the better pictures I have of the night. A blurry Tom, Nathan, Jen, and Erin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3pDXy90jI/AAAAAAAAD4s/Gng4qOStrkQ/s1600-h/Pictures+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/Sb3pDXy90jI/AAAAAAAAD4s/Gng4qOStrkQ/s400/Pictures+234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313659379503714866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their last day here we went to Disneyland. And went on Splash Mountain at night. 3 people in the first 3 seats and no one in the back means you get really wet. Believe it or not, Erin was actually sitting behind Nathan. She just really did not want to get wet. (Trust me, she's really there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So there are the pictures that were stored on my camera... now back to picture less posts for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Now, I'm conflicted. I HATE doing something trendy like that, but I have been reading some people's and I'm usually intrigued. Anyway, I absolutely REFUSE to do it on Facebook. So I decided to do it on my blog. I think about 5 people read this anyway, so you 5 will be the only ones to know I gave in. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate plain chocolate. In order for me to eat it, it has to have something else in it - nuts, peanut butter, etc. - and then only in small doses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my job but don't like living in Orange County so much - which is a bit strange as I work for a city in Orange County. It's not like I could do my job anywhere else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love budgeting. I have graphs and tables and spreadsheets that track it all. It's so much fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One year, I asked my mom for goldfish and Coke for my birthday. (I was never very good at making a wish list.) I got goldfish and Coke for every birthday for the next 5 years at least.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lived in an attic for 2 years in college.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love driving, especially since I got a new car last summer. Even with my less than 1 mile commute, I've managed to put about 7,000 miles on it in 7 months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent 6 years getting my bachelor's degree, graduated with about 100 extra units, but never took philosophy because a weird loophole in the Cal State transfer system that allowed my wheel thrown ceramics class to count for philosophy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get compliments on my teeth a lot because they are so straight (yay orthodontists), but because of the way they tweeked my teeth, I can only open my mouth about an inch, an inch and a half on good days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to physical theraphy for my jaw to teach me exercises to loosen up my jaw. They work, I just don't really do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love eating dips. Give me crackers or chips and something to dip them in and I'm happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate having to make new friends and I'm not very good at it. But I'm really good at keeping friends. Two of my best friends are Joy (known her since the day I was born, literally) and Cheryl (since the summer before my freshman year of high school, almost 12 years)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate long fingernails and cut mine at least once a week. My sister timed me once and I think I cut all 10 of them in less than 30 seconds. (Janelle - is that right?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never had a pedicure and I never plan on having one. Other people touching my feet is about the creepiest thing in the world and completely freaks me out!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it were socially acceptable for females to shave their heads, I would totally shave mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to take a shower before I go to bed - I hate going to bed dirty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot take naps. I've tried. It just doesn't work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always sleep on my left side. When I was 19, I got my inner right ear pierced and it was sore for many months and I couldn't sleep on my right side or even my back (the "rim" of my ear hurt if it touched the pillow) for at least 3 or 4 months. Ever since, I've only been able to sleep on my left side.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the same trip when I got my ear pierced, I got my hair braided with extensions. Long really dark brown braids all the way down my back. I loved it, but would probably never do it again. My hair never got clean while in braids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lived in Room 666 for a year in college.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was captain and MVP of my high school tennis team my senior year (we weren't very good, but we had SO much fun!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've always wanted to live by myself and hopefully I'll get the chance soonish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love quilting and have made probably around 15 quilts. I give them away and never really kept a list. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like pie. Except for the ones I don't really consider "real" pies, like banana cream. Every Thanksgiving with my family, we have the pumpkin, the apple, the pecan, and the banana cream. Everyone loves the banana cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it when people spell things wrong. Or use the wrong form of a word. Or add an "-ing" or "-ly" ending inappropriately. The worst? There/Their/They're. It quite literally makes me cringe when someone uses those incorrectly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love rain! And it rained all day today! But I hate snow. It's okay if it's outside and I'm inside and don't have to go outside for anything, but I could really do without it. But I'd be more than happy if it rained 365 days a year. Rain gives me energy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And that's 25. 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I'm pretty sure I'm addicted to Bath and Body Works and wonderful smelling stuff that no one actually needs. AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SALE is going on right now. I've been getting e-mails about what new and exciting things are on sale just about every other day. If I was really serious about breaking this addiction I would probably unsubscribe. But I don't. Out of all the things to be addicted to, body wash and air fresheners is probably one of the least dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the e-mails, before today I had not gone once. In fact, I had not been in said store for many months. And my collection was still HUGE! But today, today I decided to stop in. Just to see. Take a peek. See what was there. Yeah. Most everything I got was on sale though! I don't think that's a good enough excuse. I would take pictures, but I don't want to get the camera out. And it's just plain embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the receipt today (I would say list, but there was no list. Just a shopping bag, Cari throwing stuff in, and a receipt at the end.)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of body wash and shower gel and hand creams. All the packaging is being changed so anything in the old packaging was on big sale! I think I'm set for a while. A good long while. I also realized that I must really like the wild honeysuckle scent. After today, I have at least 4 tubes of body wash and 2 hand creams in that scent - by far the most well represented scent in the collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scentportable refills! New product. Not on sale, but so excited about this one. Scentportables are great little air fresheners (I use mine in the car) and they just came out with refills. Up until now, I was having to buy the full package whenever mine ran out. Such a waste! Yay for refills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The travel sizes of CO Bigelow "Not Your Ordinary Daily Shampoo and Conditioner" on sale for $1 each. I heart CO Bigelow - WONDERFUL skin care products, but not often on sale, so Bigelow products are normally a splurge. This shampoo and conditioner are wonderful (I've used the free samples many a time). And they smell like coconut! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini lotion for the purse. Breathe brand. The blue one, not my favorite Breathe scent, but they didn't have any of the orange and the blue is good enough. Once I use it up, I can refill it with lotion from the big size orange one I have. And, Breathe is discontinued, so it's really not around a bunch anyway. I should go buy more. It was 90% off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lighter. Ok... not on sale, but I needed one. The matches and the mini lighter I have don't do well going into a deeper candle (one that I've burned) and my fingers can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... So that's about it. I don't need to go back for probably a couple years. But I'll probably go back before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. Just thought I'd mention, just in case someone out there stumbles across this post and doesn't know me... I'm not crazy. Bath and Body Works was a between college and career job for me, I learned more about skin care products than I ever really cared to know, got sucked in, and now still love going back and buying their stuff. I've tried many a product via sample and tested lotion in every scent multiple times, so I only buy what I know I like. And in general, I much prefer going there to get what I know I like rather than Target or the grocery store, hoping I don't pick out some cheap product that will make my skin react in a strange way. And I generally wait for the sales, I know when it is the cheapest it will ever be, and when I don't buy something on sale, it's because I know it never goes on sale or it's such an amazing product that it doesn't matter to me. So there's my disclaimer. Now go on and think what you will of me and my addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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First of all, Thanksgiving last week was a great time at home in Clayton. Very relaxing. Spent time with family and friends. And then there was that drive back... but we don't talk about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was crazily busy! I don't think I ever mentioned it here, but the Monday before Thanksgiving I woke up about 4:30 in the morning ... and I was sick. I don't get sick very often, but when I do... it's a doozie! I called in sick to work (1st time!) and spent the day in bed, on the couch, or in the bathroom... I won't get into details, but let's just say it was not pretty. I didn't go to work on Tuesday either and I had already taken Wednesday off, so no work for me last week... which meant this week was very full! Two weeks worth of stuff plus getting extra stuff to do because of people being out on vacations, etc. But it made the week go by even faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the busy week at work, I started the whole "Christmas gift marathon" thing. I like to give meaningful gifts. Or to make gifts. I try to make at least a couple gifts each year. This year I'm making 2 gifts, and I got a late start on them, so I've been up late, working and working on them. One is finished (hooray!) and I would post pictures, but then that ruins the element of surprise if said person is reading this. But I absolutely LOVE the finished product. Now onto #2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, work and gift making have taken up pretty much every waking hour this week, so I have not much else to report on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Wait! I do! I went to this Christmas dinner thing at church on Thursday night that the Women's Ministries put on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, remember my week. Not much sleep. Crazy busy. The whole way out there, all I could think about was that I probably should have just gone home and slept. But I went. And I got there late because, well, it started at 6 and I didn't leave work until about 5:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got there and apparently I was supposed to know who I was sitting with... um... I signed up by myself, they put me at some table that had an opening. I had no clue who I was supposed to sit with. So I was put at a table with other people who didn't know where they were supposed to be either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, dinner was, well, more of an appetizer. It was salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!?! Do they not think that women get hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on waiting for the main course to come out and stopped waiting when the speaker got up. And the speaker... I guess she was good, but she spent the first 10 minutes talking about chocolate and how women have a special bond with chocolate and how chocolate is the best thing in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just got kicked out of the women's club. Whatever. I was never a very good member of that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the speaker kind of lost me. The combination of my small dinner, feeling very tired, and not really wanting to listen to a spiel about the wonders of chocolate kind of lost me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had yesterday off, which was wonderful, spent the day relaxing and working on gifts. Bible study last night was good. We're growing, getting some new people, which is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was soccer for Makenna. It's the playoffs, which always makes it more exciting. Very good game, the game ended in a 1-1 tie, so they went to penalty kicks, which they won 2-1. Makenna was the last one to go for her team and made her kick. WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's my week. Hope you all had a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off for a relaxing evening... aaahhhhhh..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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And it's quite the fun toy. If you can't figure it out from the ad shown above, this lovely little gadget convert negatives (and slides, but I don't have any of those) into digital pictures! I wasn't quite sure if I would like this thing, I was rather worried that it would give me really bad quality and it wouldn't be worth the money. However, I first looked at this thing at least 6 months ago. And I haven't stopped thinking about it. So today, I gave in and got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually think it works pretty good. The quality isn't quite up there with my digital camera, but I realized that I can't expect that kind of quality from my old negatives. And it's really, really easy to use. Install software, plug it in, push a few buttons, VOILA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the only negatives I had were from my mission trip to Slovakia in 2000. Oh, such memories! I got all 120 pictures done today. It would have gone faster, but my computer's slow. It's so much fun having these pictures on my computer now!! I'll be going home for Thanksgiving this week, and you better believe that I will be digging out all kinds of old negatives. I may even dive into my mom's stash... So for those of you who have known me for a while, beware. Some very old pictures of you may be converted to digital soon. And then, the possibilities are endless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are a sampling of the Slovakia pictures I iConvert-ed today. Like I said, not the best quality, but pretty good considering the source!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/SSo2yIiSbvI/AAAAAAAADMo/LX531jCEFrw/s1600-h/11-23-2008_011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/SSo2yIiSbvI/AAAAAAAADMo/LX531jCEFrw/s400/11-23-2008_011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272086548703244018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a hike our first day in Slovakia: Roxy, Sara, Jessica, Me, Lauren, Colin, Nathan, Andrew&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/SSo2yOMoWlI/AAAAAAAADMw/NYhM7hCogU0/s1600-h/11-23-2008_022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/SSo2yOMoWlI/AAAAAAAADMw/NYhM7hCogU0/s400/11-23-2008_022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272086550223018578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the top of a mountain we hiked: Jessica, Lauren, Me&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/SSo2yu7NMOI/AAAAAAAADNA/kTJc1ucYV2o/s1600-h/11-23-2008_040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/SSo2yu7NMOI/AAAAAAAADNA/kTJc1ucYV2o/s400/11-23-2008_040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272086559008305378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl, Jessica, Lauren, hanging Bunny!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/SSo2ygk1MKI/AAAAAAAADM4/xalu1VRfZyI/s1600-h/11-23-2008_033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/SSo2ygk1MKI/AAAAAAAADM4/xalu1VRfZyI/s400/11-23-2008_033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272086555156361378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tractor that we hitched a ride in one day&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/SSo2zFh6N7I/AAAAAAAADNI/wrPdQjsVYMU/s1600-h/11-23-2008_120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SG0tcigyO4/SSo2zFh6N7I/AAAAAAAADNI/wrPdQjsVYMU/s400/11-23-2008_120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272086565076219826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our group, Americans and Slovaks, our last night there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I was babysitting my neighbors. I had accepted a job at Bath and Body Works yesterday and was getting ready to start my first day tomorrow. I had attended the Kaleo Thanksgiving dinner two days ago, starting to accept that I would be around Clayton/Walnut Creek longer than I ever planned. I had just started helping out with Pioneer Girls at church last week. Truthfully, I was beginning to wonder if anyone would ever hire me. Would I end up working retail for the rest of my life? But at the same time, God was gently reassuring me that he had my best interests in mind. That He knew what was is store for me. (I had actually applied for the Tustin job about a month ago.) Yet He would only reveal pieces, in His timing. And He still is, revealing piece by piece who He has created me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is really random, but for some reason, I was starting to think about the past year. So much has happened. While thinking about it, I decided to go back. I looked at my Google calendar. I used to be so good at updating that thing. Back when I was unemployed and living at home (ALL of one year ago), I put pretty much EVERYTHING on that calendar. It helped to occupy my mountains of free time. Not so much anymore, I should go back to that. It's really interesting to go back and look. And then there's this blog. I've been reasonably decent about updating it, so it's relatively easy to "remember" what I was feeling at that time. And when I was applying, of course I dated everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I just did, I went back and looked. And it's absolutely amazing to realize what has happened in the past year. Off the top of my head (with some help from aforementioned sources)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;started a new job (Bath and Body Works)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;found that even though I didn't have the career that I was looking for, I could pay my bills and all of my needs were more than covered... just as He promises!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had an absolutely fabulous time helping at Pioneer Girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made some good friends at BBW (which reminds me, I need to call a couple of them, hopefully we can get together when I'm up there for Thanksgiving)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;interview trip to Tuolumne County in the pouring rain, mom took the day off of work to drive with me. I eventually got a second interview for this transportation planner job. How different would my life have been if that's the direction God was leading?!?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;interview trip to southern California, 3 interviews that eventually resulted in 1 second interview, 1 eligibility list, 0 jobs, but slowly learning that God is still in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;babysat my neighbors some more (they paid well!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did some more Kaleo stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worked at BBW some more, floor sets, inventory, lovely overnight shifts... still appreciative of the job, but no desire to go back (though I know I can if need be)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;another trip down south for aforementioned second interview that did not result in a job, but did produce some wonderful time with JOY! I miss her...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to be a barista at football parties&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;interview trip for my first interview with tustin on my half birthday, weather causing a spontaneous trip to SLO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebrating Stephen's birthday at the Old Spaghetti Factory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;another interview trip to Tustin for my second interview, 3 weeks after the first one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Kim Shultz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a job offer based on my application and resume for Contra Costa County&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eventually interviewing with Contra Costa County and placing #1 out of all candidates they interviewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turning the County offer down when I got and accepted the job at Tustin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cancelling interviews&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;packing as much of my life into my old Honda Accord&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving away from my parent's house knowing that it would never be my home again, but knowing that it always would be home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;realizing that moving was a little more complicated and emotional than I expected&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;starting a new job less than 2 months after my first interview and feeling somewhat overwhelmed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;searching for and finding a new church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UC Irvine baseball games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to my cousin's soccer games and birthdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nicole and Matt's wedding, Nathan's and Stephen's graduations, Tiffany and Patrick's wedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new Bible studies, new relationships, new friendships&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun trips, fun adventures, fun experiences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I could probably go on and on and on and on. So much has happened in the past year that I never could have guessed about. So much good, hard, challenging, exciting, exhilarating stuff. I've grown and changed in ways that I never would have imagined. But God didn't just imagine it all. He knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He knows exactly what the next year will hold for me. I can't wait! Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-4535260-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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It's November? It sure doesn't feel like it. I guess I'm just going to have to get used to the different interpretation of the seasons that exists in &lt;st1:place&gt;Southern California&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Will it ever rain? One can only dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight savings time ends tonight! Extra hour of sleep? Or I'll forget, get up early, get ready for church, realize that I have an extra hour, and have a wonderfully relaxing morning at a coffee shop somewhere (which, down here, means Starbucks or Peet's... not too many SLO Perk-esque places down here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, SLO Perk has now closed due to the required seismic retrofit of the building and the building owner trying to recoup his costs by upping the rent by 2 and a half times. Sad day. Where will I ever get an Anytime Breakfast Sandwich again? Or a Ranger Cookie? Or Pecan Bars? Or ANY SLO Perk food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was yesterday. I didn't really participate. We had a party at work on Wednesday that I sort of organized, but that's about it. I bought some creamy body wash from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bath&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and Body Works (on sale for $5!) last night. Why is it that, even though I no longer work there, I still find myself growing my collection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election is on Tuesday. I voted a couple weeks ago via absentee ballot. I don't really talk about politics too much on this thing, mainly because I don't really think anyone would listen to my opinion on politics. Except maybe my mom, but she asks me herself. Truthfully, I don't really think there's a great candidate out there. Neither one "excites" me, whatever that means. And the proposed propositions just make me sad because it makes me realize the moral depths to which our society has sunk. In case anyone cares, here's my position on the two major ballot items. Feel free to stop reading if you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President. So neither one is wonderful. Isn't it sad when we can't get a strong candidate to run for president? Anyway, whoever is elected will be the leader of the country. One thing I learned in my job search is the importance of experience. Cities (and probably most companies) won't even talk to you unless you meet their minimum requirements. I looked for Assistant Planner, entry level, jobs. Because that was what I was qualified for. After a couple years of experience, I will be qualified to move up to Associate, and it will be even more time before I can go into the management side and so on. It will be quite a while before I would even think about applying for a job as a director. Many many more years. Translating this to the campaign, the candidates have vastly different resumes when it comes to experience. It's one thing to have good ideas, but if you don't have a good understanding of how to actually put those ideas into action, it doesn't matter. And that only comes with experience. It cannot be learned from books or talking to people. It comes with experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposition 8. This one (and those like it in other states) truly makes me sad. As a society, we have already given everyone the same rights through the civil union legislation. The fight is over one word - marriage. It is not about rights, it is about a word. A word that God created and God defined at creation. And that man, with his sinful and twisted and depraved mind, somehow believes that he has control over. I understand that the vote of sinful men will in no way change the sovereignty of God. And God is not changing His definition of marriage because sinful and twisted and depraved men vote and say that he got it wrong. Not going to happen. (As a side note, want to know what God's opinion of the issue is? "Sodomy" is a reference to the Biblical city of Sodom, as in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sodom_and_Gomorrah"&gt;Sodom and Gomorrah&lt;/a&gt;. Read all about it in &lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Genesis+18-19&amp;amp;passage2=&amp;amp;passage3=&amp;amp;passage4=&amp;amp;passage5=&amp;amp;version1=47&amp;amp;version2=0&amp;amp;version3=0&amp;amp;version4=0&amp;amp;version5=0&amp;amp;Submit.x=0&amp;amp;Submit.y=0"&gt;Genesis 18-19&lt;/a&gt;. Call me crazy, but I really don't think He is on the fence on this one.) I once heard that the greatest societies in the history of mankind have fallen after they begin to recognize homosexual relationships as valid. I don't remember where that came from, so I can't quote it and it may be wrong, but it's interesting to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my opinions. 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