<?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-941350134252926141</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:16:33.992-07:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Teaching'/><category term='Cars'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='recycling'/><category term='organization'/><category term='Family'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='house'/><category term='Colorado'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Breathing In</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-4740034606860900433</id><published>2010-01-31T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:40:21.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><title type='text'>A-Recycling We Will Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since my husband and I have moved into our new house, we have tried to be a little more "earth-conscious." We started recycling and making a compost for our garden. We have a lot less garbage now, and we feel like we have been doing more of our part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Christmas, we bought this awesome recycling "organizer." It seemed like the perfect answer to our mess that is the entry way in the kitchen. It is nice and big, as you can see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YDq78Wt8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BeUpKfy5xRY/s1600-h/Recycling+Mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YDq78Wt8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BeUpKfy5xRY/s320/Recycling+Mess.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433034036649310146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YDq78Wt8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BeUpKfy5xRY/s1600-h/Recycling+Mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is, until we (over)-filled it a bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; very proud of our organizing-we even made labels for each drawer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YDqe0e18I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CdnN_RepjLs/s1600-h/Recycle+Lables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YDqe0e18I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CdnN_RepjLs/s320/Recycle+Lables.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433034028831659970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YDqe0e18I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CdnN_RepjLs/s1600-h/Recycle+Lables.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YDqe0e18I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CdnN_RepjLs/s1600-h/Recycle+Lables.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it's to the recycling center we go, thanks to our new SUV. (I think the SUV and recycling organizer may be canceling each other out in the whole "Green" area, but that is beside the point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We chose the snowiest day we could-when all the Tennessee snow started to fall, but we were determined to make our house look better and promised each other we would never let our recycling get that bad again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now very proud of our recycling organizer once again, and have found that it makes recycling easier and our kitchen cleaner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YDqFUCn0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/AHUNWoUuI2U/s1600-h/Recycling+Clean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YDqFUCn0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/AHUNWoUuI2U/s320/Recycling+Clean.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433034021984706370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YDqFUCn0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/AHUNWoUuI2U/s1600-h/Recycling+Clean.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh, that's better. Now my house is in order!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YFWd7gQJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/29waJWc-p58/s1600-h/DSCF0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YFWd7gQJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/29waJWc-p58/s320/DSCF0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433035884018548882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-4740034606860900433?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4740034606860900433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=4740034606860900433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4740034606860900433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4740034606860900433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/recycling-we-will-go.html' title='A-Recycling We Will Go...'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S2YDq78Wt8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BeUpKfy5xRY/s72-c/Recycling+Mess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-4689721884902939424</id><published>2010-01-25T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:32:16.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for 2010</title><content type='html'>I am with &lt;a href="http://erobinson913.blogspot.com/"&gt;3verthing 3mily&lt;/a&gt; on the whole goal setting thing, so here they are:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Read more (I'm going to set a goal of 5 books, we'll start small)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Loose weight (I'm not going to set an amount here for everyone to see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Make more jewelry/crochet/cards/scrapbooks/etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Organize our spare room into a craft room/office I/husband can actually use &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Blog regularly (let's go with at least once a week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Learn more about my camera so that I can take better pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Read my Bible every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Pay off our credit cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Find a "permanent" job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Stay organized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I have added my jewelry blog to my blog list so that those of you that might be interested can look. I don't have much up yet, but hopefully, and if I reach goals #3 and #5, you will see more posts on there soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to 2010, or "O"-10 as I like to call it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-4689721884902939424?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4689721884902939424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=4689721884902939424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4689721884902939424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4689721884902939424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/goals-for-2010.html' title='Goals for 2010'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-3853071512488475253</id><published>2010-01-11T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:09:16.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas in Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been home to Colorado for Christmas in 2 years! It was great to be back again with my family and &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; snow. I also got the best Christmas present of all...I got to meet my niece, Isabella! She is 6 months old, and tons of fun! We enjoyed playing with her on her blanket, and chillin. She is a very happy, beautiful little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually remembered to take our camera this time, so allow me to share the pictures of Christmas, 2009:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vYJnyhkdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RcXo12ohirY/s1600-h/Isabella+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vYJnyhkdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RcXo12ohirY/s320/Isabella+Collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425667835909214674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vYJnyhkdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RcXo12ohirY/s1600-h/Isabella+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how fun she is?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXqpvrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jQqI6Tx-fkU/s1600-h/IMG_3412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXqpvrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jQqI6Tx-fkU/s320/IMG_3412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425667303858177650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXqpvrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jQqI6Tx-fkU/s1600-h/IMG_3412.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow in the backyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXqJebCVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/waQfqNbY4Is/s1600-h/IMG_3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXqJebCVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/waQfqNbY4Is/s320/IMG_3437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425667295195892050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXqJebCVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/waQfqNbY4Is/s1600-h/IMG_3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom using the snowblower, or her winter toy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXp9_b8DI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z612JEmfhoo/s1600-h/Dad+Fry+Turkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXp9_b8DI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z612JEmfhoo/s320/Dad+Fry+Turkey.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425667292113137714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXp9_b8DI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z612JEmfhoo/s1600-h/Dad+Fry+Turkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad frying the turkey!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXpt8yOkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/96T92IN9i8g/s1600-h/SG+Isabella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXpt8yOkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/96T92IN9i8g/s320/SG+Isabella.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425667287807048258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXpt8yOkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/96T92IN9i8g/s1600-h/SG+Isabella.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXpGXjVWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rB2Zn158G4M/s1600-h/Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vXpGXjVWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rB2Zn158G4M/s320/Family.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425667277181900130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas from the family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vSB3QZzFI/AAAAAAAAADc/BPeyV0VxUZc/s1600-h/Isabella+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vSB3QZzFI/AAAAAAAAADc/BPeyV0VxUZc/s320/Isabella+Collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425661105552346194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And once more, because you can't get enough of this girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-3853071512488475253?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3853071512488475253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=3853071512488475253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/3853071512488475253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/3853071512488475253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-in-colorado.html' title='Christmas in Colorado'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/S0vYJnyhkdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RcXo12ohirY/s72-c/Isabella+Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-2637807320586751244</id><published>2010-01-03T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:35:00.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity Knocks...</title><content type='html'>This year is not at all what I expected. I have finished student teaching and my Masters Degree, been a bum for a summer, and taught 1st grade for 5 months. I never thought I would finish the Masters program. I cried and cried when I first started, thinking I could not do it. As the year went on, and I fell in love with teaching all over again, I realized (with the help of my husband, family and friends) I can do anything for a year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer stunk. Well, for me it did. For my brother and sister-in-law, it was a miracle-they adopted a baby girl in July, who I got to meet for the first time last week! For my friend, she added a fourth child to her family at the end of July. I had the opportunity to watch her kids the night before and see her newborn and hold him in the hospital. For me, personally, I looked for jobs. I slept in a lot, I cried a lot, and I looked for more jobs. I did toy with the idea of starting a jewelry making business, and started a jewelry blog that [surprise] I have not updated since the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In August, I was offered a first grade interim position (the last blog I wrote explains it more thoroughly). I was ecstatic! I have enjoyed working with the first grade teachers at my school and getting to know my students. I  did not expect any of what has happened in the past five months. Sam says I should write a book about it-1st graders come with great stories, and maybe I'll share them on here at a later time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned that in order to teach, you first have to love. There is no way I can teach these students what a noun or verb is, if I don't first teach them that I love them and that they are safe at school. Without love, nothing else matters. There is no need for anything else, if you don't have love. I also learned (once again, with thanks to my husband) that I am only here to plant seeds. I do not get to see them grow completely. I have heard this before, but the note my husband left me one morning hit HARD. God takes the seeds we plant and continues to take care of them as they grow. I have no idea why the teacher I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interimed&lt;/span&gt; (yes, I made up that word) for decided not to retire, but I know that I was placed there, for that time and now it is time for me to let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't let me fool you, I did not come to this reality easily. And I have a feeling it will be something I have to learn over and over and over and over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, as we begin another year, I have another opportunity. I am the interim teacher for a third grade classroom. I will be there for the remainder of the year (as far as I know). I am looking forward to this opportunity with confidence, and a lot of fear. I know those seem to be conflicting emotions, but that is exactly how I feel. I have new students to meet, new curriculum to teach, and a wonderful group of teachers to work with. I also have the first 6 weeks planned out for me from the previous teacher, and this was the same time I soloed in third grade last year during my student teaching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to share more and have great stories from third grade to tell. I will be more diligent at keeping you up to date (I know you are sitting on the edge of your seats!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-2637807320586751244?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2637807320586751244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=2637807320586751244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/2637807320586751244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/2637807320586751244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/opportunity-knocks.html' title='Opportunity Knocks...'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-4429063102842452114</id><published>2009-08-05T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:04:00.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>What tomorrow holds...</title><content type='html'>The more I think about it, the more I realize how true it is. It seems so simple. We have no idea what tomorrow holds. This has been my motto for the whole summer. Some days it was a comfort, some days it was a concern. But every day it was true.&lt;div&gt;This has not been the summer I had expected. I had lots of sleepless nights, and if you know me, you know I can sleep. I have never had trouble sleeping, until this summer. I was so full of anxiety, stress and not-knowing. I was looking for a job, and hearing nothing. I was sad, unmotivated and bored. I didn't feel like myself. I was tired of talking about my job search and tired of saying "I don't have a job."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my friends, I got a call yesterday morning, offering me a job-an interim in 1st grade. I am absolutely thrilled! I will get to work with the teachers I worked with last year during my internship and will be at a school I know and am already comfortable with. I was filled with joy yesterday, and felt like me again. I am just so excited to be able to use my degree and teach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am filled with anxiety, and it was hard to sleep last night, but it's a good thing now. I cannot wait to start setting up my classroom and to meet my students!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being on the other side of tomorrow gives me a whole new perspective. I am so thankful that God is constant, especially when I am not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there will be more stories to follow-kids are funny that way, and I love to share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-4429063102842452114?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4429063102842452114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=4429063102842452114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4429063102842452114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4429063102842452114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-tomorrow-holds.html' title='What tomorrow holds...'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-780388634649419784</id><published>2009-03-28T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:28:26.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>I thought about waiting until the 31st to post, so it would actually be 2 months, and my OCD would be in check, but I have a little time now to fill you all in on what's been going on. (I know you are ALL on the edge of your seats!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know how to summarize the last two months of my life. There may be one word: CRAZY! We have moved, I have changed internship placements (for a little while), we even had Spring Break in there (that's when I moved) and I've finished writing a thesis (for the most part). Now I just have final editing to do and wait until May to defend it. I started a new placement in my internship-now I am in 1st grade and I absolutely love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most exciting part of the past two months is the news I received at 11:30 on some random weeknight-I was already asleep, Sam answered the phone and I heard him tell the caller I was in bed because I had to get up early for school the next day. Then Sam woke me up and put the phone on speakerphone. I heard my brother's voice (&lt;a href="http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-niecenephew.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;you know, the one who he and his wife are trying to adopt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) and I woke up REAL quick! Shawn informed me that I was going to be an aunt!!! You can follow their story&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarashawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Their baby girl is due on July 8th and I CAN'T wait to meet her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post pictures of the new house soon...and maybe I'll fill you in on my trip to WV this weekend...we'll see :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Hilah-I did not see your title until after I had started writing this post! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-780388634649419784?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/780388634649419784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=780388634649419784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/780388634649419784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/780388634649419784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-471468587110737014</id><published>2009-01-31T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:57:39.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things</title><content type='html'>I've been putting off doing this for a while, because I wasn't sure if I could come up with enough, but here are random facts about me:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I was born in Delaware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I claim I'm from Colorado, because it sounds a lot cooler than Delaware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When I go to the bathroom at a restaurant, or other public place, and I have to go more than once (which is usually the case) I have to use the same stall I did the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I always get gas from the Pilot station in front of the Starbucks I work at, and I always use pump 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I also know it is exactly 5.5 miles from pump 11 to my parking space in front of my townhouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I hate the sound of windshield wipers on the windshield when there is no rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I hate when people play with their gum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I am constantly paranoid that my zipper is down on my pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I have seen the other side of the Atlantic Ocean (from the Cliffs of Moore, BEAUTIFUL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I have to flip through all of my presets on my radio in my car before deciding on a song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. My favorite snack is chips and salsa-and has been since High School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I have been to 3 other countries besides the United States.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. It takes a lot to make me mad, but when I get to that point, I can be really ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I am Irish/Italian. (which may explain the above) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I used to play the piano, flute and french horn. None of which I continue to play, and regret that I never kept up with any of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I love photography, and I learned how to develop my own black and white pictures when I was a senior in High School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I have never broken a bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I had a sewing machine needle go through my index finger in 5th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I prefer to drink water out of a plastic cup than a glass, unless I have a straw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I rode the public bus to school in 5th and 6th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I like decorative clocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. My favorite flower is a gerber daisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Science was not my favorite subject in school, but I love teaching it to my 3rd graders!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. I want to have 4 kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. I love wearing scarves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-471468587110737014?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/471468587110737014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=471468587110737014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/471468587110737014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/471468587110737014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-things.html' title='Random Things'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-6309949569465434171</id><published>2009-01-09T12:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:04:37.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>Teaching</title><content type='html'>Tuesday started another week (well, 6 days) of class for me. I only have one graduate class after this! I have learned a lot the past 4 days, more than I thought I would, if I can be honest here. What an enormous responsibility teaching is. I have known this, but the past couple days have really put that into perspective for me. Next Wednesday I will be returning to my base placement (3rd grade, in a public school). This is where the first 3 month of my internship were spent. Those kids have been heavy on my heart this week, especially the "tough" ones. I think about the things I have tried that have worked, and not worked, and how I can change myself to meet their needs. I think I have almost cried everyday. I am so blessed to be in this profession, and I don't think I will ever know to what extent. &lt;div&gt;Kids are my passion. I love to see them light up when they finally understand. I love to hear their answers to questions that I had never thought of before. I love their questions. It is so fun for me to watch them interact and work things through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We read the book &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Molder of Dreams&lt;/span&gt; by Guy Doud-if you haven't read this, pick up a copy-it's an easy/quick read. He talks a lot about the people in our lives that mold who we are, and as the 1986 National Teacher of the Year, how he has been able to influence the lives of others. AMAZING! He states in the epilogue "You just never know who's life you will touch." (I think that is quoted correctly) His book also helps you to think about the every day people you come into contact with. I have not had a book make me think so much in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I ponder the things I have learned over the past few days, I am overwhelmed at the great responsibility I have to my students. I am also full of excitement as I continue my journey as a teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-6309949569465434171?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6309949569465434171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=6309949569465434171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/6309949569465434171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/6309949569465434171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/teaching.html' title='Teaching'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-4939134379020819696</id><published>2008-12-30T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:27:03.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>No Pictures of Christmas</title><content type='html'>As Sam and I loaded up the car with Christmas presents and luggage for WV, and getting all those last minute things, we decided to pass on the camera, as I could not find my "point and shoot" and Sam did not want to bother with his AMAZING cannon rebel. This was a choice I regretted as soon as I walked in my in-laws' door. My mother-in-law bought a new tree (Sam was not happy about this), but it looked really good in their new front window. She had beautiful decorations all over the house and it looked like the perfect country Christmas house. I would be able to prove this to you, if we had taken pictures, but you will just have to imagine it for yourself. &lt;div&gt;This was my first "McGhee Christmas." Sam and I have celebrated 5 Christmases together now (can that be true!?!?) The first 2 years we were dating and did Christmas separately with our own families and the past two were celebrated in Tennessee together and Colorado with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to do a "modified" McGhee Christmas this year, as we woke up a little later than they usually do. We opened presents as a family and then got ready to visit the extended family. We had a meal at the grandparents house, with Sam's aunt (who we are so thankful to celebrate Christmas with this year, after her awesome recovery from cancer this summer) and her family. We then went to the other grandmother's house with lots of extended family (my mother-in-law is the youngest of 7). Not all of the siblings were there, but the house was full with lots of children playing and laughing and the family was together under one roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long day, but a lot of fun. My family did a much smaller-scale version of Christmas, especially when we moved to Colorado, and I had never experienced so much family in one day. Despite all our differences, frustrations with each other, or other things we get hung up on, family is important to have especially around the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my first Christmas that I did not spend with my immediate family. Money, time and distance got in the way this year. After 22 years of doing Christmas the same way, it was a little different for me not to be in Colorado with my family. I miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-4939134379020819696?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4939134379020819696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=4939134379020819696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4939134379020819696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4939134379020819696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-pictures-of-christmas.html' title='No Pictures of Christmas'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-1934472101183068394</id><published>2008-12-06T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:04:59.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>.....Well, sort of. There are no snow covered trees or anything in Tennessee (yet) maybe this will be the year. But, there are red cups at work, we've been listening to Christmas music, and tonight we put up the tree. This is probably my favorite time of the year-and these are a few of my favorite things...(the sound of music reference is for Donna)&lt;div&gt;people are nicer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the crisp cool air is refreshing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the music is great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuddling up on the couch with a blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decorating for Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas plays (especially the ones at church put on by the kids)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as music goes-Mariah Carey's Merry Christmas CD is my favorite! It is the best CD to sing to, clean to, and get ready for Christmas to. I thought I lost it, but I found it this afternoon and listened to it probably about 5 times today while I was cleaning the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love Christmas-the expectancy, the good spirits of everyone you come in contact with and the best gift that we could ever ask for-the birth of our Savior! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are only 19 more days until Christmas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-1934472101183068394?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1934472101183068394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=1934472101183068394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/1934472101183068394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/1934472101183068394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-4600966364324637199</id><published>2008-11-17T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:17:56.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November List</title><content type='html'>Since I have had so much going on this fall, I decided I wanted to change some things, learn some things and do some things in November, so here is my list:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Learn how to crochet (which I learned on Saturday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cut out sugar from my diet (still working on that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Scrapbook (probably with online photo websites)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Jump-start my MK business again (anyone who wants to have a party, let me know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Keep my house clean (still working on that too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Try new recipes (let me know if you have any good ones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I had a lot more "November Projects at the beginning of the month, but now that it is the 17th, I'm not sure much more can be added and achieved in November. I might have to start a December list soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-4600966364324637199?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4600966364324637199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=4600966364324637199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4600966364324637199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4600966364324637199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-list.html' title='November List'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-3624915140354867910</id><published>2008-11-07T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:05:21.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Niece/Nephew</title><content type='html'>I want to preface this blog by saying that I hope Shawn and Sara aren't mad, but I felt compelled to write and to share with others.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother and sister-in-law are adopting!!! They have been on a waiting list since spring, and have been preparing for their newborn to join their family! As I read their latest &lt;a href="http://sarashawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I started thinking-how patient people they are. Awaiting one phone call to totally change their lives. I am also anxious to be an aunt! And I may be 1400+ miles away, but I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; spoil them!!! I admire them for staying so positive and preparing. My sister-in-law is more of a planner than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; even am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share this with whoever out there reads my blog. If you have any advice, encouragement, or just want to watch a beautiful story unfold-please read their blog! Also, there has been an article in their town about them and their preparation. You can read it &lt;a href="http://www.tooeletranscript.com/pages/full_story?page_label=home_top_stories_hometown&amp;amp;article-Waiting-for-a-Miracle%20=&amp;amp;id=348385-Waiting-for-a-Miracle&amp;amp;widget=push&amp;amp;instance=home_hometown_left&amp;amp;open=&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to say this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn and Sara are two amazing people who I admire more than they know. They are so strong, and care so much for each other and their children they have yet to meet. They are both teachers who are passionate about their students and love what they do. I love being around them and playing games, acting like kids, sledding and spending holidays together. They are two people in my life I wish I got to see more and hate that we are so far apart. I cannot wait to meet my niece(s) or nephew(s), and patiently wait with them, praying that God will bring them their baby soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-3624915140354867910?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3624915140354867910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=3624915140354867910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/3624915140354867910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/3624915140354867910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-niecenephew.html' title='My Niece/Nephew'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-5293676709113072166</id><published>2008-11-01T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:05:38.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Beauty and the Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQ0TBcHtH3I/AAAAAAAAACc/1LweeRwgVr8/s1600-h/IMG_9737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQ0TBcHtH3I/AAAAAAAAACc/1LweeRwgVr8/s320/IMG_9737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263884454915284850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it, Sam and I dressed up as Beauty and the Beast for our church's annual Trunk 'n' Treat! Belle is my favorite and I have the whole movie memorized-and yes I sing just like her! Sam's costume was fun to make-he was really into it, and I was glad he wanted to dress up with me! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-5293676709113072166?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5293676709113072166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=5293676709113072166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/5293676709113072166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/5293676709113072166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty and the Beast'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQ0TBcHtH3I/AAAAAAAAACc/1LweeRwgVr8/s72-c/IMG_9737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-2292437785662774073</id><published>2008-10-30T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:06:06.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Sights of D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, before Melvin got sick, we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; get to see Washington, D.C. Sam had never been, and I had only been once before, so here's a glimpse of what we saw...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iwo Jima-this is one of my favorites, because as you walk around it, it looks like they are raising the flag. I just think this statue is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQnb6AgMOrI/AAAAAAAAACM/4HsZWOpzDSI/s1600-h/IMG_9263.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQnb6AgMOrI/AAAAAAAAACM/4HsZWOpzDSI/s320/IMG_9263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262979429173050034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Pentagon Memorial-dedicated September 11, 2008. They used limestone from the building that they saved from where the plane crashed into the building and wrote the date of the attack on it. The benches have each person's name on them. As you read their name, the way you are facing tells you if they were in the building, or in the airplane. The youngest person that died was 2 years old-her sister and parents were with her. The memorial is beautiful and artistic and a wonderful way to remember those who lost their lives on that terrible day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQnb5hCpTpI/AAAAAAAAACE/Iad2nGK_AFA/s1600-h/IMG_9238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQnb5hCpTpI/AAAAAAAAACE/Iad2nGK_AFA/s320/IMG_9238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262979420727627410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Parents!!! We got to meet up with them because Dad is contracted to D.C. through December-Mom flew in for a long weekend. It was really nice to see them and have "tour guides" around D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQnb5Rbkf9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rSmaWLAKbB8/s1600-h/IMG_9151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQnb5Rbkf9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rSmaWLAKbB8/s320/IMG_9151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262979416537202642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gardens at Mt. Vernon-apparently our first president was quite the gardener! The acres around his house are beautiful and the gardens are still used today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQnb4gGfzkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m5D5XPB8T2w/s1600-h/IMG_9149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQnb4gGfzkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m5D5XPB8T2w/s320/IMG_9149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262979403295477314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt. Vernon-what a beautiful house! The "stone" is actually wood painted with sand thrown on it to look like stone-I was impressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQnb4EyfE5I/AAAAAAAAABs/M-w7UXW-X-A/s1600-h/IMG_9176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQnb4EyfE5I/AAAAAAAAABs/M-w7UXW-X-A/s320/IMG_9176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262979395963786130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, I don't think there is enough time in a year to see everything in D.C. but it is an awesome place to visit and learn more about our country's history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-2292437785662774073?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2292437785662774073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=2292437785662774073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/2292437785662774073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/2292437785662774073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/sights-of-dc.html' title='Sights of D.C.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SQnb6AgMOrI/AAAAAAAAACM/4HsZWOpzDSI/s72-c/IMG_9263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-4561026817950360464</id><published>2008-10-29T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:06:23.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><title type='text'>Melvin</title><content type='html'>As my husband affectionately calls our car, Melvin is very sick. We went on our trip-to D.C., Delaware, an unexpected trip to Pennsylvania, and to West Virginia. On Friday, as we pulled off the exit in WV to go to my in-law's house, Melvin started chugging (you know, that feeling like you're running out of gas). Except that 100 miles before we had filled up and there was no way our tank was empty. We made it safely to my in-law's and the next day Sam took Melvin to the shop. We extended our stay in WV, I missed a day of class and Sam a day of work, but were optimistic that Melvin would be ready to head back to Tennessee on Monday. Well, that's the thing about mechanics (sorry if you are one), but it is never done when you think it will be. We had to leave Melvin in WV and come back home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must mention here, that there is NO PLACE LIKE HOME! As good as it is to see family and friends, when I walk in my door-there is no other feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here we are on Wednesday, and we found out that the heads(?) in the car are cracked. Let me remind you that I know nothing about cars and don't really know what that means, but I know it's bad and I know it's expensive. We are so blessed to have such great people around us who have offered to help us out! God is good! Hopefully Melvin will be restored soon, and back in the same state as us! I'm just happy that things are working out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-4561026817950360464?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4561026817950360464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=4561026817950360464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4561026817950360464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/4561026817950360464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/melvin.html' title='Melvin'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-1109269462010556818</id><published>2008-10-17T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:06:36.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><title type='text'>On Cars and Fall Break</title><content type='html'>Normally, I don't stress so much about the car being in the shop. I don't know enough about cars, so I usually take them in and say "can you fix it?" Sam, however stresses a LOT about cars. See his blog about that &lt;a href="http://youthministersam.blogspot.com/2008/09/tales-of-bravery-and-anti-freeze.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Today, as I was on my way home from school, (We are now on Fall Break!!!) I was talking to Sam and he was explaining that even though the car has been in the shop twice in the past two weeks, there is a belt that is making a terrible sound and will probably break soon if it doesn't get fixed. &lt;div&gt;First, it's time to change mechanics because they are obviously NOT fixing our car, and second, we are supposed to be going to D.C. to meet up with my parents then to Delaware to see extended family. Can I just tell you how ticked off I was this afternoon! &lt;div&gt;Good news is, Sam is currently changing the belt on my car. (Again, I don't really know what this "belt" does, but I know the package said it was a serpentine belt and I acted like I was going to be helping Sam work on the car in front of the guy at the auto parts store.) I also know that it is really important and now I know that it is a little tricky to take off and replace. I am so thankful for our neighbor that had the tool Sam needed to work on the car (he had every tool but the one he needed) and I'm thankful that he is helping Sam, because I look really cute standing over the car, holding the flashlight and reading the book to Sam, but that's about all I'm good for. Plus it's getting chilly outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other good news is, we are going to leave tomorrow morning (which works out, since I hadn't even started packing!) Our travel plans got a little rearranged, but I think it will work out and we'll get to see a lot of family and I'll actually get to take a vacation for Fall Break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-1109269462010556818?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1109269462010556818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=1109269462010556818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/1109269462010556818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/1109269462010556818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-cars-and-fall-break.html' title='On Cars and Fall Break'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-5688524226410937861</id><published>2008-10-12T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:07:05.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK5Rnff_GI/AAAAAAAAABk/I8PnZC9eaSA/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam and I, along with our friends, Sarah and Elliott carved pumpkins today!!! Sarah had never carved a pumpkin before and we thought we should be there for this new experience...The following are our creations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Elliott helps Sarah start her pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK4JkHAJ-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/SEjpUQpJ37A/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK4JkHAJ-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/SEjpUQpJ37A/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256466189546170338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Elliott, Sarah and Sam, working hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK4J4OymdI/AAAAAAAAABE/8qpLdOaPrOM/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK4J4OymdI/AAAAAAAAABE/8qpLdOaPrOM/s320/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256466194947545554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;I was busy taking pictures, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;so it was dark by the time I got finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK4KL7-5AI/AAAAAAAAABM/ekuij1m48sk/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK4KL7-5AI/AAAAAAAAABM/ekuij1m48sk/s320/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256466200237368322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Sam's is the one with the moon, mine is the face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK4Ks30RcI/AAAAAAAAABU/42m9eYwQass/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK4Ks30RcI/AAAAAAAAABU/42m9eYwQass/s320/DSC00757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256466209078265282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Sarah's 1st Pumpkin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK4K6wcAuI/AAAAAAAAABc/2FPB5kgEhF0/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK4K6wcAuI/AAAAAAAAABc/2FPB5kgEhF0/s320/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256466212805411554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Elliott's Creation...yes it's from the Nightmare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Before Christmas, did I mention Elliott is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;talented artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK5Rnff_GI/AAAAAAAAABk/I8PnZC9eaSA/s320/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256467427404807266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-5688524226410937861?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5688524226410937861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=5688524226410937861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/5688524226410937861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/5688524226410937861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/carving-pumpkins.html' title='Carving Pumpkins'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SPK4JkHAJ-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/SEjpUQpJ37A/s72-c/DSC00740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-787057448678168130</id><published>2008-10-05T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:31:54.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't posted in a while, and some friends, (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hilah&lt;/span&gt;) have been bugging me to...here you go:&lt;div&gt;Let's start with Friday, as Donna and I ventured to Lexington, KY for a women's conference-Brave. We passed a billboard that held Donna's future...it was some kind of "get discovered here" sign at the Entertainment Center and RV Park. I told Donna we should go, but since we already paid our registration, we figured we should keep heading to Lexington. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conference was amazing. I cannot put into words what I experienced, but I was reminded once again how awesome our God is. I sang (with no voice, because I had been sick all week and student teaching.) But I stood there singing my heart out, pouring all of myself into worship. Not thinking about how good (or bad) I sounded, but fully worshiping God! What an awesome feeling. I have not done that in a very long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shared my struggles with women I had known for only a few hours. I poured my heart out without holding back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me share this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really good at hiding things inside. Wow, I don't tell a lot of people that. It's not that I try to be fake with people, it's just that I am a fixer. I always have been. I like helping &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; people and being there for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;. I am good at giving advice I should give to myself. But when it comes to me, I try to fix it myself. I don't really tell other people, because I think I can do it on my own. Now I know this is a flaw and not healthy at all, but this is what I do. I just take it all in stride and think, "I can do this." Like I have super powers or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am learning (and relearning) that I must rely on God. I am grasping for things in my life I cannot reach, and should not reach just yet. I am so focused on the future that I don't see what I have right here, right now. I am learning to trust God again. To trust Him for who He is. It is that head knowledge that I have known for some time, it's getting it to my heart that takes awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't expecting to share all of that, but I am feeling relieved. I am breathing in once again, waiting (not so patiently), but waiting, because I know that God is in control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share this song (chorus) by Nichole Nordeman, one of my favorite Christian artists. I have loved this song since I first heard it and it was the theme song at the conference (Hence the title)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long status quo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I just let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me want to be brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way it always was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is no longer good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me want to be brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-787057448678168130?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/787057448678168130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=787057448678168130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/787057448678168130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/787057448678168130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/brave.html' title='Brave'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-1356080974525224639</id><published>2008-09-21T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:07:43.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Giggles</title><content type='html'>There is just something about laughter, more especially the laughter of a child. We spent the evening with a family for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SNO&lt;/span&gt; youth group event. (Sunday Night Out) It was a lot of fun playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;badminton&lt;/span&gt; with the kids. As I watched my husband jump on the trampoline, bouncing the kids high into the air and listening to them laugh, I got that little kid urge to get on too! I think I even said the words "I wanna jump too!" -Real whiny like a little kid! As we jumped and all held hands, and got dizzy, I just enjoyed the laughter. It was such a nice summer/fall night, cool, but not cold and the Fall air smells wonderful. Without a care in the world, I laughed and jumped and thought about how great being a kid is!  &lt;div&gt;I love laughter and little kid giggles are the best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giggle today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-1356080974525224639?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1356080974525224639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=1356080974525224639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/1356080974525224639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/1356080974525224639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/giggles.html' title='Giggles'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-1686859889669746750</id><published>2008-09-14T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:08:04.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I am so Blessed</title><content type='html'>I felt I needed to have a happy blog...&lt;div&gt;Friday was a much needed break. Our friends got together to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chantele's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. (a little late, but still) We went to the lake, and ate hamburgers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hotdogs&lt;/span&gt; and chicken. It was so nice to relax and talk and catch up on each others' lives. These are the friends I have had since my freshman and sophomore year. Wow-that seems like such a long time ago now. These are the friends that knew me when I came all the way from Colorado at 18 years old to a small Bible College in the South. The past 5 years have flown by, and friends have come and gone, but these are the friends that have been and will be with me through it all. They are blessings I thank God for everyday. The lake was also a great blessing to me. This has been "hell week" for me. VERY stressful, lots of deadlines and lots of emotions. Walking down by the lake looking out at the beautiful horizon not caring about anything at that exact moment, I was reminded of how great God is and how much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;is in control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a good day at work. I worked with good people and laughed-A LOT! I love it when it's like that. I saw a lot of my "regulars" and I always enjoy that. I feel like I am a part of something. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bux&lt;/span&gt; has been good to me and I really enjoy my job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Sam and I just hung around the house, did some laundry and picked up the house a little. Sometimes it seems like I can never catch up, but I look at my two bedroom, 1 1/2 bath townhouse and realize how great we have it. I fell asleep on the couch and went to bed at 10pm-very early for me. I am a night owl usually, but this year is getting to me. I might turn into a grandma and have to go to bed earlier and earlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church was really good. I got to listen to the sermon today, which doesn't happen often because I am usually teaching downstairs during the service. I enjoyed Roy's preaching and was reminded of how simple it can be, but how difficult we can make church sometimes and how we argue over silly things. - Always a good reminder that humans can be so petty at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the afternoon with Mike and Donna (our usually Sunday routine). I guess I should restate that-I spent the afternoon out with Donna and Mike and Sam stayed with the kids and played the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; all afternoon. I always enjoy spending time with them. They are a wonderful family and I am blessed by them every time I am around them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was my weekend, and many of the blessings in my life. I needed this time to reflect and be reminded of how good my life is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-1686859889669746750?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1686859889669746750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=1686859889669746750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/1686859889669746750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/1686859889669746750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-so-blessed.html' title='I am so Blessed'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-148166796767420960</id><published>2008-09-10T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:50:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass</title><content type='html'>These words were said to me tonight and I can't stop thinking about them. "This too shall pass." What a simple saying, but it gives me great comfort. &lt;div&gt;Sometimes, when it feels like the end is so close and there's light at the end of the tunnel, life dumps even more in my lap. "This too shall pass." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are getting better, work at the bux is lessening, student teaching is wonderful and my research project, well, it's getting there. I keep saying things like "things will slow down soon," or "when things aren't so busy." I am tired of telling this to people and I'm tired of not being able to do the things I want to do. "This too shall pass." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things I want to be spending my time on, so many people I want to spend my time with, but there just seems like there is no time. "This too shall pass." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really not this negative, this is just a phase. "This too shall pass."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-148166796767420960?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/148166796767420960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=148166796767420960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/148166796767420960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/148166796767420960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941350134252926141.post-7529904699944578795</id><published>2008-09-07T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:08:26.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>Fall is Approaching</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend after church today about our busy lives and we joked about how thankful we are that breathing is an involuntary action. The more I think about how much is going on in my life, I am reminded to breathe. This next year is very full, and as I think about how it is already September, I begin to stress, but am still breathing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I struggled at the beginning of the summer with grad school and figuring out if that was where I wanted to be. I think about those nights that I cried to Sam because I didn't want to do any more homework and I laugh. I laugh because at the time I saw no end in sight. It was just the beginning and I didn't know where I was headed. I can see now that there is an end and that I will be able to make it through. Now I am trying to figure out how it is already September, how I am 4 weeks into student teaching, how my research paper is almost half way done (in rough draft form) and how I only have 10 months left of grad school! Today I was reminded of the hope I have and the love and confidence of the people around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am constantly reminded that God does not change and I take another deep breath and hold on. I came across a quote tonight that said Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured. I think I will fall asleep thinking about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941350134252926141-7529904699944578795?l=coloradotngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7529904699944578795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941350134252926141&amp;postID=7529904699944578795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/7529904699944578795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941350134252926141/posts/default/7529904699944578795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloradotngirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-is-approaching.html' title='Fall is Approaching'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945586173856912857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrL7sCPJotQ/SYdc7eMlM1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EHwd9YZOHxo/S220/DSC00750.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
