<?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-8246556028231851051</id><updated>2011-09-30T12:04:04.071-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='ode'/><category term='trust'/><category term='santa cruz'/><category term='flash bang - Mark Steele'/><category term='movies'/><category term='good days'/><category term='days off'/><category term='books'/><category term='death'/><category term='mexico'/><category term='nature'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Myers Briggs'/><category term='homeless'/><category term='Pop Culture'/><category term='monterey Bay Aquarium'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='travel'/><category term='personality'/><category term='worship'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='missions'/><category term='missing children'/><category term='New blogger'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='trial'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friday 1sts'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='the wedding'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='ministry'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='God'/><category term='personal space'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='music'/><category term='faith'/><category term='old school'/><category term='mount hermon'/><category term='life'/><category term='creative'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Ice blocking'/><category term='the boy'/><category term='church'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='spiritual formation'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='fear'/><category term='HSCC'/><category term='view on life'/><category term='love'/><category term='questions'/><category term='Come Away'/><category term='apu'/><category term='talks'/><category term='nervous'/><title type='text'>Be Open: Life, Its what U make it</title><subtitle type='html'>Our journey through finding freedom in this crazy thing called Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-3355720461762697652</id><published>2010-11-02T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T03:26:11.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>i like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;The supreme happiness of life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;the conviction that we are loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;- loved for ourselves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; ~Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Gill Sans';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-3355720461762697652?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3355720461762697652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=3355720461762697652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3355720461762697652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3355720461762697652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-this.html' title='i like this.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-3551561377466884920</id><published>2010-10-16T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:40:08.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>painting again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TLph-HMssjI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uf00h5Yp4T0/s1600/IMG_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TLph-HMssjI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uf00h5Yp4T0/s400/IMG_1403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528839212262797874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its been too long but I am painting again. Even if its just this one little specialized thing.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TLpho93pobI/AAAAAAAAAtI/EUKoeTkqiFs/s400/IMG_1376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528838848981344690" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-3551561377466884920?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3551561377466884920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=3551561377466884920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3551561377466884920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3551561377466884920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/10/painting-again.html' title='painting again.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TLph-HMssjI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uf00h5Yp4T0/s72-c/IMG_1403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-7760198667857971573</id><published>2010-10-12T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:45:47.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>friends &amp; twin Beds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;One of the crazy things about having a husband on night shift is sometimes you can have a sleep over with your friends, and most of the time you don't sleep, and most of the time you are alone with your thoughts at random moments in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Normally a sleepover is filled with laughter, silly outbursts, chocolate, &amp;amp; popcorn. Though this sleep over was different. You see it seems we have all really grown up... as I sleep in a twin bed and across the way is a new changing table and basket of baby goodies awaiting a sweet baby boy's arrival in February. Things seem different but a good different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tonight...I made dinner for my sweet husband and we rushed out the door, him to his patrol car, and me to my friends home over the hill. By the time i arrived my tired pregnant friend was fast asleep, and I was greeted by her kind husband, shown my room and had a simple conversation about life, anniversaries (they just celebrated too), and his joy over their baby coming to this world. I said goodnight at 10 closed my door and climbed into my twin bed. TEN I have not fallen asleep at ten in years. so I stayed up on the net until now when I fingers found my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I get to go to my friends classroom at 6:40 am shhesh but it will be so worth it to be in her world. Amongst her students, and watch her use her gift of teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after my "big day at school" we will drive north to visit our friend that is sick. We can only be there for a few hours but it will be worth it sooo soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay here praying I will sleep soon... I ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my unemployment I have had free time on my hands. I really see this time as time to spend with my friends, family and anyone God places in our path. It has not been easy, but the rewards have been great. Why must we always be Martha trapped in the hustle and bussel of life? Why can we not just be Mary at Jesus' feet? I miss minstry dearly but in all honestly, I was becoming martha in my last months as a youth pastor. It is these moments as a wife alone in my thoughts, as a friend &amp;amp; wife sitting litening to people's hearts, I am beyond blessed. This my just be what God has for us right now, so we are living in just that. As hard as it is at times. We are where God wants us. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-7760198667857971573?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7760198667857971573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7760198667857971573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7760198667857971573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7760198667857971573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/10/friends-twin-beds.html' title='friends &amp; twin Beds...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-7525483880806294785</id><published>2010-10-05T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T01:51:47.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>one year celebration!</title><content type='html'>Ohh for us on our weekend we had such a blast celebrating! Here are some snapshots of our adventure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke to two dozen Roses...&amp;amp; Breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrZSqBIWZI/AAAAAAAAArI/NjSPB2RqeDo/s320/IMG_1309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524466807463238034" /&gt;Crapes ohh crapes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrhQ8d9zHI/AAAAAAAAAtA/iOnaeNSe1qY/s1600/IMG_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrhQ8d9zHI/AAAAAAAAAtA/iOnaeNSe1qY/s320/IMG_1102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524475574149303410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rocks and Fro yo and we got a "Local discount" even though we where on Va-cay... I suppose va-cay when you travel under a hour still means local. sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrhQZp5EAI/AAAAAAAAAs4/N0VHWoRgueg/s1600/IMG_1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrhQZp5EAI/AAAAAAAAAs4/N0VHWoRgueg/s320/IMG_1131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524475564804083714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bat rays celebrating a first year too... with a bat ray kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrhQDppl-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/EY7uOk7MBQM/s1600/IMG_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrhQDppl-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/EY7uOk7MBQM/s320/IMG_1133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524475558897489890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moonrise cuddles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrhPvT9a1I/AAAAAAAAAso/vxMwnP8_qgg/s1600/IMG_1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrhPvT9a1I/AAAAAAAAAso/vxMwnP8_qgg/s320/IMG_1155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524475553437805394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cruise ship adventures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrhPULs6kI/AAAAAAAAAsg/SaoaN-4wk_s/s1600/IMG_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrhPULs6kI/AAAAAAAAAsg/SaoaN-4wk_s/s320/IMG_1166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524475546155412034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Scribbles in the sand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrfO0sVaxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bq84z9I8BUg/s1600/IMG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrfO0sVaxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bq84z9I8BUg/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524473338679094034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Timing and Happiness for miles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrfOjoFabI/AAAAAAAAAsI/zZLE4Mz5z38/s1600/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrfOjoFabI/AAAAAAAAAsI/zZLE4Mz5z38/s320/IMG_1179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524473334097865138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We snapped many scenic shots... this one was just past a beware don't cross line... sheesh breaking the law breaking the law. crazy husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrfOW2XKPI/AAAAAAAAAsA/VXcCveujXTg/s1600/IMG_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrfOW2XKPI/AAAAAAAAAsA/VXcCveujXTg/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524473330668087538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah we love each other &amp;amp; the Ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKraZgrNHRI/AAAAAAAAAr4/m4WJyfSjaK0/s1600/IMG_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKraZgrNHRI/AAAAAAAAAr4/m4WJyfSjaK0/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524468024726068498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Golfing from the pro's tee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKraZW5aLII/AAAAAAAAArw/Xg5n9tyqpSA/s1600/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKraZW5aLII/AAAAAAAAArw/Xg5n9tyqpSA/s320/IMG_1230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524468022101290114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love his smirk here :) oops maybe we are not suppose to be here thanks pebble for allowing us to be obvious wanderers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKraZNqGMmI/AAAAAAAAAro/E4nynH8SD8s/s1600/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKraZNqGMmI/AAAAAAAAAro/E4nynH8SD8s/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524468019621147234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FRUIT STAND! ohh i love Cali 10 avocado's for $1 yeah $1.00, pineapples for two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKraYhrnN2I/AAAAAAAAArg/8lZr_DbtjCc/s1600/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKraYhrnN2I/AAAAAAAAArg/8lZr_DbtjCc/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524468007816345442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunsets &amp;amp; a picnic... amongst the cliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKraYRohgZI/AAAAAAAAArY/z0Zm9Y1AnvM/s1600/IMG_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKraYRohgZI/AAAAAAAAArY/z0Zm9Y1AnvM/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524468003508421010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laughter &amp;amp; joy throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrZS0BN7PI/AAAAAAAAArQ/2gpjyxXPizk/s1600/IMG_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrZS0BN7PI/AAAAAAAAArQ/2gpjyxXPizk/s320/IMG_1286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524466810147958002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah... we tried it... it tasted REALLY Bad. Result &lt;b&gt;cake fight&lt;/b&gt; in the kitchen... glad we didn't do that at our wedding! Much Laughter &amp;amp; Pondering why in HEAVENS would anyone save their wedding cake for a year??? but only to have a good food fight with! Eat it on your one month anniversary of the nuptials!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrZSU7UReI/AAAAAAAAArA/7-vduSLwHbE/s1600/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrZSU7UReI/AAAAAAAAArA/7-vduSLwHbE/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524466801801709026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we raise our glasses and toast to another Good year. Focused on new adventures together! Here's to year TWO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-7525483880806294785?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7525483880806294785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7525483880806294785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7525483880806294785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7525483880806294785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-year-celebration.html' title='one year celebration!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrZSqBIWZI/AAAAAAAAArI/NjSPB2RqeDo/s72-c/IMG_1309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1783297267324352502</id><published>2010-10-04T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:46:54.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Honest &amp; Amazingly Beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I spoke to my husband about the words I had picked for the countdown to our 1 year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKqxKEca_iI/AAAAAAAAAp8/3GCZwF_5iZs/s400/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524422679473094178" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told him these where the words that came to mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steadfast&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKrTTZwsGyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/2KH1k0gtW5o/s320/IMG_4656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524460223209413410" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Growth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Sweet husband said, "When I think about our year I think of the words, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come to mind." He may kill me if I mention anymore of his sweet words to me. Yet in short he is in total agreement with my word choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We honestly laugh about so much, and we honestly talk about every everything. An eye opening lifestyle can make feelings hurt, and in the same breath can open they eyes to your partners heart. For us the honesty, is honesty that is routed in love and care for the other person. There is where the strength rests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than anything our first year is covered in LOVE, love of life, love for God, love for each other. If I had a million days I could go on with more words that express how amazing our first year has been. We seek to, "love the Lord our God with all our hearts!" and in the midst of it we find so many blessings. May your marriage be just as blessed, even in the tough times, may you rest in Him the God who showed us what true love is, and honored us with the capacity to find love. &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/8246556028231851051-1783297267324352502?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1783297267324352502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1783297267324352502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1783297267324352502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1783297267324352502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/10/honest-amazingly-beautiful.html' title='Honest &amp; Amazingly Beautiful!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKqxKEca_iI/AAAAAAAAAp8/3GCZwF_5iZs/s72-c/IMG_0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-4338034088882548383</id><published>2010-09-26T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T05:08:33.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Familia and more Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when you fall in love you, one person has a large family and the other has a small family. For us we came with two Large families... Not only are these families large, but we are families that love to be together. In our first year together we have logged countless number of hours with our crazy, fantastic, loving, kind, and such a rich history tangled together. We don't often get everyone together through out this year but we did grab a few photos at the wedding and actually not everyone was able to make it to our wedding, due to life and what nots... but here is a small picture of our busy family life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below is the Left the Koenig (Pherf's Dad's side) &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the Right the Gudnason Family (Pherf's mom's side)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKAwcD5id7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/aT07y6gjBms/s1600/MCwedding-815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKAwcD5id7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/aT07y6gjBms/s400/MCwedding-815.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521466401797339058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bernal side (my dad's family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKAwbsFZxlI/AAAAAAAAAps/dyv6RBln1ss/s1600/MCwedding-812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKAwbsFZxlI/AAAAAAAAAps/dyv6RBln1ss/s400/MCwedding-812.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521466395404650066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Solis Side (my Mom's family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKAvhBGgHKI/AAAAAAAAApk/gWo0O5EwESc/s1600/MCwedding-806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKAvhBGgHKI/AAAAAAAAApk/gWo0O5EwESc/s400/MCwedding-806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521465387434122402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gained 17 new Aunts and Uncles, four new grandparents, when We said I do last year and Pherf gained, shoot... where to begin our count us crazy Mexicans... we needed two pictures to cover the folks that made it to our wedding. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family has been a big part of our first year of marriage and family has always and will always play a big part in who we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet our little branch was established on year ago. and it is blossoming quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-4338034088882548383?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4338034088882548383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=4338034088882548383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4338034088882548383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4338034088882548383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/09/familia-and-more-family.html' title='Familia and more Family!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TKAwcD5id7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/aT07y6gjBms/s72-c/MCwedding-815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8059642435842656652</id><published>2010-09-25T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:01:29.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>To SERVE &amp; GROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJ5Jr2nKgxI/AAAAAAAAApc/7Ik8SHUR6lQ/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJ5Jr2nKgxI/AAAAAAAAApc/7Ik8SHUR6lQ/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520931210945790738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I Know I Know, where have I been??? Who starts a quest and then leaves you hanging. Sorry about that, it was no intention of mine to leave such a cliff hanger :) especially with all my million readers out there. :) details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had to venture out of Town for a few days and we didn't take our Computer, and we acted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; like tourist. And it was amazing. I think heading away even for a night from time to time is a wonderful way of getting away from the norm. Our time away though brief &amp;amp; was soo wonderful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are Days 5 &amp;amp; 4 in our Countdown. I combined them because they really go hand in hand. Not to mention my absence. details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TO SERVE...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJ450ybaP1I/AAAAAAAAApU/bFhZXnqSUpQ/s320/IMG_4793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520913772255526738" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The biggest things society tell us is "its all about you". The biggest things scripture tells us is to (Matthew 22: 37-39) " 1st love the Lord your God with all your heart soul and mind... and the 2nd is to "Love your Neighbor as yourself". It is the way my husband loves God, and loves others with out a doubt is one of the first things that I fell in love with him. For us marriage has been about living that our daily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;My husband in his sweet humility often hides from me and the camera as I try to capture him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJ45NaNmLmI/AAAAAAAAApM/4xfCGQYohgU/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520913095740239458" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;working &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;around our home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;We enjoy a mutual serving of each other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;from bring one blackberries in the morning, to picking up someones dry cleaning, to listening to music that ones loves... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;and the other doesn't. Its the simple things that keep us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;ving each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;When you serve together your heart grows fonder together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;because you both deeply love what you are committed to. The first part of our relationship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;Pherf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt; and I met while i worked at high street. We both have grown so much in those years since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This year we served together at high street until June. To the very end of our time there we loved and loved well. Serving together as a married couple was beyond what I expected.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJ44WvMpOuI/AAAAAAAAApE/WQ4LpJ3qCRA/s320/IMG_4572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520912156480584418" /&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;1 Peter 4:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;administering God's grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;in its various forms."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you know us you know we both have very different gifting, but we have one gift that is the same, we love people and love to serve them when we can. Our prayer is that this will only grow stronger with each new day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Gill Sans';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TO GROW&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The best is we have indeed grown by far. Walking through difficult situations, our Friendship is deeper in just 365 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you live with a person you have the opportunity to KNOW them. The Koenig's KNOW much more of who God created us to be. We have seen when each of us are at their breaking point, and we smile at it now... not the smile of annoyance but the smile that says i understand. It is there...we see the Growth of our marriage when we know we need to leave, and when we need to be silent and when we need to just embrace the other. Growth happens in many ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We had the sweet opportunity to counsel my sweet cousin Gina and Patrick. We loved talking about marriage with them, we loved talking about life, finances, and challenges that would be ahead. I preformed my first wedding for my baby cousin, it was such a joy, and could not have done it with out my sweet husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As the cheesy but true analogy, goes we have planted seeds in rich soil... and our lives are growing deep roots in our love with GROWTH, SERVANT HOOD, JOY, &amp;amp; STEADFASTNESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJ42U34ORTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/GoVtwfudkqs/s400/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520909925427856690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Gill Sans';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8059642435842656652?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8059642435842656652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8059642435842656652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8059642435842656652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8059642435842656652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-serve-grow.html' title='To SERVE &amp; GROW'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJ5Jr2nKgxI/AAAAAAAAApc/7Ik8SHUR6lQ/s72-c/IMG_1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-7094469587250376250</id><published>2010-09-23T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T01:45:20.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Joy: sums up our year... minus the smoke :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/xpcUxwpOQ_A/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-7094469587250376250?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7094469587250376250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7094469587250376250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7094469587250376250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7094469587250376250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/09/ode-to-joy-sums-up-our-year-minus-smoke.html' title='Ode To Joy: sums up our year... minus the smoke :)'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-7321371608123583588</id><published>2010-09-23T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T01:52:47.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>One Year... Second word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJsQwkiXCJI/AAAAAAAAAos/UtiIYLlYQI8/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJsQwkiXCJI/AAAAAAAAAos/UtiIYLlYQI8/s400/IMG_0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520024194900232338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Five days in the Count down until our 1 Year Anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's word is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Joy is in abundance at our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEFORE you continue reading I suggest you watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpcUxwpOQ_A"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt; by this link. I wanted to post the video right in this blog but I am not that cool, so Either click the link above or just push play on the post above. DO IT! please. We have already watched it a bunch! ha ha ha ha! Oh why is is so funny ha ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to our Post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJsIoyFr0NI/AAAAAAAAAoU/J0wN620-PCQ/s320/IMG_2350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520015265006080210" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I cannot tell you how many times we are laughing in our home. What is a home without laughter? What is a home without dancing in the kitchen? What is a home without blaming a toot on the dog? What is a home without Doodling Pirate treasure maps with the niece... then wandering around the house to find meee treasure? What is a home without quoting ones favorite movies randomly? What is a home with just a seconds glance can erupt you in laughter... our home. Our home is full of all these things and more. I cannot picture it as anything &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;but that, my words cannot do justice to our joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;JOY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;  font-family:'Gill Sans';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;  font-family:'Gill Sans';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;  font-family:'Gill Sans';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I believe that true joy comes from only one place. God grants us Joy beyond what we can fathom. He grants us Joy in the little things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;  font-family:'Gill Sans';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;  font-family:'Gill Sans';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So in our first year we have taken advantage of random events, and random moments all that have brought great joy. We have chosen to save but also to enjoy events like Giants &amp;amp; Sharks &amp;amp; even went to Cal Games, driving up &amp;amp; down the state, &amp;amp; driving across a few more states just because you can. Oh the conversations on road trips and sitting in the stands, many of you might believe my sweet husband is quiet but he is a man of many wonderful words that enrich me daily. So to all those getting married every first year does not have to be traumatic, even if life sends you down a funky path. Laugh &amp;amp; Smile and enjoy what God places before you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;  font-family:'Gill Sans';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJsNEeQ94iI/AAAAAAAAAok/MKo63nZAaUA/s400/IMG_2620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520020138767540770" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;  font-family:'Gill Sans';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Our first year has been JOYOUS and STEADFAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-7321371608123583588?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7321371608123583588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7321371608123583588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7321371608123583588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7321371608123583588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-year-second-word.html' title='One Year... Second word'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJsQwkiXCJI/AAAAAAAAAos/UtiIYLlYQI8/s72-c/IMG_0750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-5753341776959068928</id><published>2010-09-21T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T06:17:36.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>one year...one word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cannot believe that in 6 days it will be our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJidINqCiEI/AAAAAAAAAn8/jlw4lS_Gblc/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519334107773044802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has actually been surprising as to how many people have been remembering that our first year of marriage is close. I brightens my day to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hear the sweet words from people, and their well wishes &amp;amp; prayers for us.  A few weeks ago a former, students volunteer, and really a friend of ours asked me If I could sum up our first year with one word. What would it be? Such a good rich question!! (above: honeymoon photo somewhere in the Caribbean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Question motivated me... and So every day until then i will give one word. I have not thought them all through yet but as I pondered the question many words came to my mind. Here is the first. (Below: Sharks Game right after the Olympics)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJifbSxlLfI/AAAAAAAAAoE/w7Jvn3jGsyw/s400/IMG_4066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519336634587622898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Steadfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;em class="sn" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; firmly fixed in place &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/immovable" style="color: rgb(41, 101, 199); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; font-variant: small-caps; text-decoration: none; "&gt;immovable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;em class="sn" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; not subject to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; firm in belief, determination, or adherence &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/loyal" style="color: rgb(41, 101, 199); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; font-variant: small-caps; text-decoration: none; "&gt;loyal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;For the most part people while we where engaged, and the first months of our marriage would say,  "BEWARE of the FIRST YEAR!!" We often talked about it and thought wow it must really be hard.  My mind was drenched with these crazy ideas of what horrible things could and would happen to us. I began praying for life and a hedge of protection over our new family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;As the days and months have passed in our first year, I have to say that we have been BEYOND blessed in our marriage! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;Our Love, Support, Laughter, &amp;amp;  has not changed, it has indeed been a year of "STEADFASTNESS".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;It has not been a year without challenge from me loosing my job, loosing my gallbladder, (RIGHT: drawing of where and what my Gallbladder does, Its apparently a non-vital organ? So we took it out.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJio4qZuAbI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SpWpjh6TI0c/s200/IMG_0715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519347034750845362" /&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt; and a host of silly things surrounding that. In the midst of that craziness my sweet husband and my relationship has not wavered. It honestly gives me chills right now to think about how God's love has truly showed His Steadfastness to our life and our marriage. More than anything we are stronger. More than anything the steadfast Love I have felt and given, has created an amazing foundation for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;Love the Koenig's &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/8246556028231851051-5753341776959068928?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5753341776959068928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=5753341776959068928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5753341776959068928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5753341776959068928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-yearone-word.html' title='one year...one word'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TJidINqCiEI/AAAAAAAAAn8/jlw4lS_Gblc/s72-c/IMG_2181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-3052374220242800259</id><published>2010-09-07T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T04:12:59.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>"Take Your Knife &amp; Confront your Ducks" Julia Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A few weeks ago I wandered through the redwoods and into my dear friends play room. With squealing children, laughter, blocks, &amp;amp; trains... We pondered, we cried, we sought what might God have, What might be next. It is these times in my life that i understand our dear deep relational God when I catch a glimpse from, my dear friends who never cease to amaze me, the ways they always point me to the truth, and always pointing out the truth in what I am saying. It is these people that constantly do this in my life that I know I am blessed beyond understanding, by rich (in character), family, friends, and amazing husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A few weeks ago I blogged about "what do housewife's do?" in response to many that seemed troubled by it, I still hold to what I wrote. I have had more time to walk through it all I know these things are true:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know there is cleaning to do, but that is not me (don't worry I am still cleaning), its not what defines me. cleaning and organizing is more of the given. cuz I did that when i worked a 50 to 70 hour work week too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I LOVE my Husband and I love being his wife more than I can express, and my last blog was more about the times I am not with my sweet husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Really its about a redefining of who I am in a good way. Loosing my job at high street and transitioning for this stage as a stay at home wife has left me with many great questions on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Where is God taking me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Where is God taking my husband and I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What will God have for us as a family? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What is it that I really like to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In that playroom a few weeks ago my friend reminded me of that silly movie Julia &amp;amp; Julia. More than that she shed light on a conversations that Julia Child has with her husband Paul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;tonight I watched that movie again. and I believe that Julia &amp;amp; I have that same spirit about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;in a cafe in Paris...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Julia: sigh... What Should I do??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Paul: About what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Julia: I don't REALLY want to go back into government work. Shouldn't I find SOMETHING to do? Wives... They don't do anything here. That's not me, Its JUST NOT ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Paul: I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Julia: I saw a notice on the bulletin board at the embassy, Hat making Lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Paul: You Like hats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Julia: I do... I DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Paul: (with deep care in his voice) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What is it you REALLY Like to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Julia: EAT!!! (much Laughter and smiles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I feel like the world is telling me that I Should do this or that. Yet one of the most beautiful things about this pivotal part for Julia, is that this launches her on this quest to find what is Good, she does not listen to the things that should get her down, or the people that question why she would even need to embark on these different activities. She presses forward trying one things after another, until she finds her passion, and what brings her life. I see that God call's us to just that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1 Thessalonians 1:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We continually remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith, your labor prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So my new quest is not to begin making a cook book... although that has crossed my mind. But the Quest is to simply to be prompted by LOVE &amp;amp; HOPE... to venture forward to see what Cool things are out there for the Koenig's. This is something I think we have been doing... but in my funk, I think I forgot that. So I will try new things these days and it may be a while before I "KNOW" what is next for a career, for a hobby, and just what my free moments as a wife will hold. Only God knows what these "Free Moments" carry. Its those moments that I am walking boldly into. Feel free to suggest ideas and don't be offended if I don't do them... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ideas already on my mind most which will never come to be but seem cool... Things like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Bec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; line-height: 21px; "&gt;ome a coffee Roaster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; line-height: 21px; "&gt;open an etsy sight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Paint again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Cake decorating Class, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Learn how to use a fancy Camera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; line-height: 21px; "&gt;decorate and organize the solarium to our office and studio (that could take some money but mostly time... good news I have that). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Write something besides a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-3052374220242800259?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3052374220242800259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=3052374220242800259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3052374220242800259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3052374220242800259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-your-knife-confront-your-ducks.html' title='&quot;Take Your Knife &amp; Confront your Ducks&quot; Julia Child'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8151690607256591161</id><published>2010-07-29T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T05:34:01.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>What does a Stay at Home wife do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;DISCLAIMER: This is a valid question. Not meant to offend. And this is not the time to say have children. Don't worry we want kids someday. Its up to God when he brings them. And now my blog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my new found freedom, in joblessness for a time, I have come to the place where i wonder truly, "What Does a Stay at Home Wife do?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now please do not worry, there has been time to grieve, and I have grieved, and most likely will grieve some more.  I have spent time being sad, and a bum on the couch, but lets be honest it only take a few weeks to catch up on your favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows that you haven't had time to watch. I have and will continue to get that extra renewal and time with God, which has been a blessing &amp;amp; in this time off. I have cleaned some here and there, &amp;amp; plan on continuing that as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a woman who was married at 30 and have worked all of her adult life. I find it almost conflicting to not have ANYTHING to do. I know that there have been seasons of time where people are stay at home wife's. I know there will one day be a time to be a stay at home mom. but the reality is that the world of staying home without a job baffles me. So I am here asking a question looking for some answers besides barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. This just will not do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have watched plenty of "real Housewives of..." and that's not me, I love Desperate housewives, but i just can't where that much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jewelery&lt;/span&gt;, or have that many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;schemes&lt;/span&gt;. What does the regular House wife do with their time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need your help! Lets hear some responses. &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/8246556028231851051-8151690607256591161?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8151690607256591161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8151690607256591161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8151690607256591161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8151690607256591161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-does-stay-at-home-wife-do.html' title='What does a Stay at Home wife do?'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8857826281434700190</id><published>2010-07-07T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T04:18:55.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>trusting where God Leads us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have delayed in blogging about this because its really just to hard to write about. A few months ago our church began the conversation about finances and cut backs. It is no surprise that the reality that the financial situation for everyone is not great. In the last few years the financial reality never really seemed to effect me, I think I just played oblivious and thought my job was safe because, who lets their pastor's go?? I remained in the clouds of no no one would ever be let go at our church. As we all on staff began to cut back budgets and spending drastically, it just was not enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a newly married couple. Before the choice was made for us, we knew we needed sometime to seek what God would have for us. Before we where married we talked about one day what it would look like, or what would need to happen if I where to be at home, and had projected it would be at least a few years into our marriage. More than anything, when we went to the Lord first separate and then together, the Lord kept saying the same thing to us, "No matter, what this is MY plan, and this is what I have for you guys". So on hard days one of us would always have to remind each other what God had been saying to us, and we together had to Trust that "No Matter What THIS WAS WHAT GOD HAD PLANNED FOR US." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The deacons, met, prayed, lost sleep, and finally landed on my position as Youth Pastor, would be eliminated. WHAT??!!?!?! Yet those words God has sweetly given us, "No Matter What THIS WAS WHAT GOD HAD PLANNED FOR US." So I asked God, "Surely this was not what he had in store for us"  i mean, they, we, the church had to have heard wrong, right God?? With what seem like silence from God, my husband first laughed at my judgment of second guessing God, and then in his sweet tone, said Melinda, this is what God has for us, even though we don't like it right now, this IS His plan for us. So I cried, and walked through all the stages of Grief, i stayed the longest in anger stage, &amp;amp; ultimately we knew that our only choice was to Trust God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On my last day of work (June 30Th, 2010), &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TDRK1NBCiHI/AAAAAAAAAnk/UMWzC1RpIns/s200/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491096123559020658" /&gt;i was asked to drive to pick up the church suburban from the shop. Since November of 2005 I have loggedmany hoursdriving the church vehicles. I never thought I would be so sad to drive a vehicle for the last time as an employee. As soon as I sat in the car my tears began to fall, the five-ish miles home seemed like an eternity. I began to think of all the wonderful memories we have had in these cars, from pee your pants moments, to singing at the tops of our lungs, to deep God conversations, to miles upon miles of all over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been rough for both Pherf &amp;amp; I. My emotions have been a roller coaster. I have loved these moments with these students, and we believe we have finished our ministry well. My Edge &amp;amp; Oasis students old and new! We love you and we will always be here for you! We want to hear your happy moments, sad moments, and God Moments!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TDRL4cmgA1I/AAAAAAAAAns/LwI4I8weY6A/s400/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491097278793909074" /&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/8246556028231851051-8857826281434700190?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8857826281434700190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8857826281434700190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8857826281434700190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8857826281434700190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/07/trusting-where-god-leads-us.html' title='trusting where God Leads us.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TDRK1NBCiHI/AAAAAAAAAnk/UMWzC1RpIns/s72-c/IMG_0355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8999507600328965995</id><published>2010-02-23T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T04:38:31.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>life love and other mysteries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been far too long since I have graced these pages with words. I believe its time to come back to the world of blogging. This last weekend we attended a wonderful friends birthday party and my friends mom happily said, "I read your Blog" sheepishly I replied about my lack of posts, and how we both tend to not blog as much any more. Sadness! So I return. Sooo much has happened.  Where does one even begin to start with....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TCnan_ePEZI/AAAAAAAAAnU/iBFV2wJzIjs/s320/MCwedding-447.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488158001515663762" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Post was started in feb... its now almost July! That is almost 5 months later!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on September 27, 09 I married the love of my life. It was a day more hot than I care to admit. Funny how I said that I would never get married outside... then again I also told God I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/S4R8P9cUb6I/AAAAAAAAAmc/NEeEx58SDwU/s320/MCwedding-762.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441610863403626402" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wouldn't: Go to school in fresno, work at a church, work with jr highers, &amp;amp; I would NEVER marry a cop! Who knew that all of my fears would turn into some of my deepest loves. God has a funny way of dealing with my heart, "For where your  treasure is, there your heart will be also." luke 12:34. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never figured it out until God opened my eyes to how my heart was captured by all these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On of the best thing about our wedding was that we had so many people that we loved by our sides. We where overwhelmed by all the people that loved us through this day, but really through this amazing season! I cannot express the love we felt, nor the reality of the outpouring of hospitality from our friends and family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TCnWIcl3GEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/omnZXAQ3sP0/s400/MCwedding-693.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488153061529950274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/S4N6jtN7DVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/SSfk_qP2kxI/s1600-h/MCwedding-758.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/S4N6jtN7DVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/SSfk_qP2kxI/s1600-h/MCwedding-758.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8999507600328965995?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8999507600328965995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8999507600328965995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8999507600328965995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8999507600328965995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-love-and-other-mysteries.html' title='life love and other mysteries...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TCnan_ePEZI/AAAAAAAAAnU/iBFV2wJzIjs/s72-c/MCwedding-447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1039290582433973226</id><published>2009-07-27T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:57:26.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday 1sts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><title type='text'>"I took a picture so you could Blog About it"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/Sm61iBSxK-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/w6p6VxFbusQ/s1600-h/23780025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/Sm61iBSxK-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/w6p6VxFbusQ/s320/23780025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363423802312174562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last Friday I embarked on and adventure that quite honestly I had only been on something similar once before. My Fiance loves to bring people together, and more than that loves to allow anyone that wants to join join, and more than that loves a great adventure. One of his hopes is that we can enjoy some of these adventures. Trying to be the loving and supportive Fiance that I am, I agreed over a month ago to accompany him on this days journey. &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/Sm61UaAxukI/AAAAAAAAAls/Q_q0dLUIWrI/s320/23780012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363423568429431362" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the days moved closer, I began to ask more questions as to what the day might hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There would be a 3 mile hike in, and a 3 mile hike back out, we would walk along some rocks in the river, we would find a waterfall, stop at places to cliff jump off of, and swim through many pools of water. I would need my outdoor shoes, a camel back, &amp;amp; any item to join us would have to know that, "on this adventure, everything gets wet!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything seemed fine... until a few days before the trip... I begin to realize that even though we are a few months before our wedding I am in the worst shape of my life... this excursion could be painful. I also recalled the last time i was at a hiking adventure and remembered THE ROCKS. Oh the Rocks, how I hate them. If we combine my lack of Balance and fear of Falling the thought of walking on WET rocks TERRIFIED ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melinda, "Are these rocks, small rocks?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pherf, "No, they are these really great boulder rocks, that are all kinds of different sizes, and really fun to walk on"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melinda, "would you say that the rocks are a Small portion of the trip?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pherf, "Ehh I would say they are more than half of the trip"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melinda, "....silence.... long pause....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pherf, "You ok my love??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/Sm60r8vhOcI/AAAAAAAAAlc/2_JbUwIMGFM/s320/23780026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363422873377651138" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing in me wanted to back out, but I had to tell him, I was terrified to go on this trip. I didn't want to embarrass myself or him in front of his friends. So after a long conversation and an amazing Fiance assuring me that everything was going to be OK...and that if I didn't want to do something I didn't have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started our day with collecting our crew of 13 random people. We began our decent in I felt pretty good about it and was having wonderful conversation the whole time... don't mind me sweating horribly. eeek. After a few miles on the fire trail, we made it to the top of the trail that would lead us down to the River. There at the top we ran into many of my people seeking the same river and waterfall we where going to. Of course the boy talked with them and payed no attention to the man with the machete, but calmly (of Course) asked if they had gone before and if they knew how to swim. apparently I am the only mexi that was excited about the swimming portion and apparently everyone else was fine with these stupid rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say that for me the "prideful person" that I am was indeed frustrated with the rocks. I slipped, I stepped on every unsteady rock, my feet slide off and under half of the rocks, I was most constantly the last person on the adventure to catch up to the group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the midst of one of my "Moments of Frustration" I looked up to see my fiance, just smiling at me. On numerous occasions he just... he just loved me well. He encouraged me, and was just so happy that I was with him. My attitude, was littered with sadness that I was not  in shape, with fear that my muscles where about to give, &amp;amp; my knees could take no more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/Sm60Fib7AfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/NliplMJjDGo/s320/23780007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363422213481103858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet my love, smiled and held my hand, and hugged me as I felt like I was done. More than anything he loved me beyond what I expected. I expected him to be mad at me, or be embarrassed by me... all my expectations of how someone would treat me where thrown to the side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times as he held my hand and patiently walked with my I felt my emotions rise, as he calmly looked me in the eyes and said, "your letting your frustration get the best of you, relax I am here with you, I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Who am I that I should deserve such love from a man... when I look back at this silly day I am in awe as how God used it to show me once again that I am so easily down on myself, and so un-willing to accept help from others especially those I love. I couldn't take my eyes off the rocks because I felt trapped in a prison of fear. I could not enjoy the company, nor the beauty that surrounded me due to my fear. The Psalm comes to my mind. ohh the lessons from this Psalm, sigh... The older I get the more I have to learn and re-learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 121&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/Sm61DASBemI/AAAAAAAAAlk/4cRTKO7QyJE/s320/23780003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363423269464668770" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I lift my eyes to the hills -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where does my help come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Help comes from the LORD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the maker of heaven &amp;amp; earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He will not let your foot slip&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he who watches over you will not slumber;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indeed, he who watches over Israel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will neither slumber nor sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The LORD watches over you - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the LORD is your shade at your right hand;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sun will not harm you by day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor the moon by night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The LORD will keep you from all harm - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he will watch over your life;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the LORD will watch over your coming and going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both NOW &amp;amp; FOREVERMORE."&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/8246556028231851051-1039290582433973226?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1039290582433973226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1039290582433973226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1039290582433973226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1039290582433973226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-took-picture-so-you-could-blog-about.html' title='&quot;I took a picture so you could Blog About it&quot;'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/Sm61iBSxK-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/w6p6VxFbusQ/s72-c/23780025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1202278218722533232</id><published>2009-07-11T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:51:35.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><title type='text'>Venessa is in India...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SlkCG2YQbJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8cY8XMQkXJw/s1600-h/1932909-Mother-Teresa-s-House-for-the-Destitute-and-Dying-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SlkCG2YQbJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8cY8XMQkXJw/s320/1932909-Mother-Teresa-s-House-for-the-Destitute-and-Dying-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357315548433640594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Gang some of you may have know but Venessa took off for yet another adventure serving God this summer. Last year it was Africa and this year its Calcutta, India. As I drove her to the airport monday july 6th, we talked about how uncertain this trip was. I could not get over how I was not sure what this trip would do for her...How when I prayed I felt as though something would be different. What I am not sure... So my prayer has been that God would use her and work in her heart for a lesson that is unknown to me and venessa. God knows what is to happen in her heart. I feel like there as you read her words below that you will see his workings already. Check back here for info, and updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, She arrived safley in india, with only minor confusion and PRAISE GOD she met up with her team!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of her updates so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULY 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm paying like a buttload to e-mail for a sceond, but i just wanted to say that i got here. i have never sweat before in my whole life, my clothes are actually soaking. i am in a bit of a shell shock." - venessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULY 9th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this has been a blessing...my crew happened to come in a day early, right when i was signing off gracie was able to get my e-mail and i guess they bumped their flight up...i was able to race down to the airport in what seemed like a bumper card...i actually put my backpack in front of me just in case we got in a wreck and could protect the front of me from being stabbed by some piece of an auto...not joking. the amazing thing was that she e-mailed me before i had even sent her e-mail so i was kinda a surprise at the airport. i waited for like an hour and was just so blessed for the lord's protection. i woke up at 4 am this morning to rinse off outside and before i put my clothes back on i was in a thick layer of sweat. i sorta lost my appetite when i got here yesterday morning, so other than the starburst that melinda bought me that i had this morning...i have had no substance of food since on my plane at 2am. i am hoping to force feed food down my throat tonight. jayne gave me some books for my devo and i have been so blessed....can someone maybe forward this to her.......it is so overwhelming and yet it felt so wonderful to wake up at 3am and here a man outside singing out prayers....it was that wake up call where you realize...im not in kansas anymore.....i literally feel like i am in the jungle book....only the sad version of jungle book, the one that disney would ever put out. anyways, i have to go...must e-mail the madre before time runs out...i may have a chance to sneak in here tomorrow..." - venessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 11th, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry i am writing so much hahaha. i never guessed i would hahaha. today was our first day at the mother house volunteering. i couldn't decide if i wantd to be at the house of the dying or with the sick and handicap children....in the end i chose to be with the children...i kinda got a little feverish and almost passed out when we visited a friend who works at kaligaut (the house of the dying) after i saw some leg wounds with maggots crawling in it. i hate that i don't have the stomach for things lke that, i felt like i would be more of a pain walking away every time something made me sick...i was quite disappointed with myself, and had to remind myself that we all have different gifts....working with the kids was way harder than i thought. it is basically the same thing only they are children and i really just didn't know what to do...here we are experienced nannies/teachers/people who love children and we didn't know what to do and just felt so inadequate. i have so much admiration for the sisters and the begali women who work there day in and day out. they give us volunteers a chai and piece of bread break...and yet they don't take a break once. there were two  little girls who didn't have eyes...everytime i looked at them my eyes would get watery- ... at mass there is a statue of mother teresa where she always sat in the corner and worshipped....its cheesy i know....but ever time i caught it with my eyes i would swell up again..just seeing the way she sat...how uncomfortable we all are with our bug bites, the heat and position of sitting....and here she/the all are i their suris, washing out of a lil bucket...im a wreck to say the least....but i am so glad i have a community here to experience this with. my emotions have gone down the toilet....so anything gets me now hahah. one of the sisters pulled me to the side and asked to look at the back of my leg...which apparently, got attacked with bites all over it and she was worried about me...i wasn't worried until i was surrounded by sisters gasping at my leg...and how did i not notice or feel them.....we came to the conclsion after they took me to the clinic that i have bed bugs. so gross. the surprisingly hurt so bad...and anytime we are on the streets someone comments on them....so i just have to go to bed again and hope that maybe they will get tired of eating me or eat my other leg to make it even. we will see. hahah so with that i have to go...we ae going around the corner to grab food but i will most likely check in tomorrow after the mother house. love you" - Venessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the updates as of now...Keep praying for my amazing friend who once was afraid of doing anything like this, who is in the midst of serving in conditions I hate to say I am afraid to walk in. I am proud of her and praying like no other for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-1202278218722533232?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1202278218722533232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1202278218722533232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1202278218722533232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1202278218722533232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2009/07/venessa-is-in-india.html' title='Venessa is in India...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SlkCG2YQbJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8cY8XMQkXJw/s72-c/1932909-Mother-Teresa-s-House-for-the-Destitute-and-Dying-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-5998268624693185429</id><published>2009-07-01T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:33:52.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>times &amp; title changes</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that in the fall of 2005 when I first came to Santa Cruz as we pulled 2 part time jobs together to create one job. From that point on my job began to morph and change, next I became the youth assistant, to the assistant youth pastor and now 4 years later, on July 1 2009, I become the Full Time Youth Pastor of jr high &amp;amp; sr high ministries at High Street Community Church. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These last four years have brought me joy, laughter, growth: spiritually and emotionally, tears, struggle, depth, and happiness. I have learned more than I had ever expected from my students, volunteers, and my boss (now the former Youth Pastor Todd Trowbridge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353408094246385330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SksgTFNBtrI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vS0zLOLKzsA/s320/IMG_4315.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;, lessons I will never forget, lessons that I am forever grateful for. Know that Todd is still around at church... God has just moved him around a bit, he is now an associate pastor taking care of children &amp;amp; administration at HSCC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todd &amp;amp; I worked as a team in this ministry of jr &amp;amp; sr high ministries. We found that we where most like siblings, knowing when we did something that it would make the other person mad and knowing exactly what buttons would be pushed, and knowing when to push for excellence, and when to pause in grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fought over students souls, we dug for the best topics and lessons we wanted our students to understand about who Jesus is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So where is this new adventure taking us... I don't know, but what I do know is that, my heart is, scared, excited, fearful, filled with eager anticipation, and praying for full confidence that we are right where God has us. Hope, is what I have. Hope that God will continue a good work here at High Street in Oasis and Edge. My heart still wrapped in love for students and volunteers, and parents, to come to an understanding of who God created them to be.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353409666507588226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SkshumVTwoI/AAAAAAAAAlE/SZB6P5GXaIg/s320/IMG_0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Pray for continual smooth transition, and life in the ministry that is before us. Pray for Pherf and I as we walk into our first year of marriage, and more ministry than we have had before, that we be wise with our time and balance our love for people, ministry, family, and our new beginning. Pherf and I have prayed, cried, and processed through this. we believe High Street and the jr &amp;amp; sr high ministries are where God has called us right now.&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/8246556028231851051-5998268624693185429?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5998268624693185429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=5998268624693185429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5998268624693185429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5998268624693185429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2009/07/times-title-changes.html' title='times &amp; title changes'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SksgTFNBtrI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vS0zLOLKzsA/s72-c/IMG_4315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8918025163289726876</id><published>2009-05-06T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:24:38.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>Details on our Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(31, 31, 31);   font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dear Friends... would you like to stay updated on our wedding details???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Well our friends at the KNOT have such an easy interface to help us comunicate to you about the upcoming event of the Boy and My little party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So check it out makes some comments and enjoy our story there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theknot.com/ourwedding/MelindaBernal&amp;amp;KristopherKoenig"&gt;http://www.theknot.com/ourwedding/MelindaBernal&amp;amp;KristopherKoenig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8918025163289726876?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8918025163289726876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8918025163289726876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8918025163289726876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8918025163289726876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2009/05/details-on-our-wedding.html' title='Details on our Wedding'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-2772398510679220916</id><published>2009-04-03T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:23:06.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Texas 2009</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrow morning I am suppose to be waking up and getting on a plane to TEXAS...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are talking 20 people adults and students to Texas, Galveston to be exact. We are staying with a church called University Baptist. Funny part is that, is our church's old name. What are we doing???? Hurricane Relief work, some people think its all better but the town we are going to, only the businesses are up and running... little to no people are back living in there homes. Just goes to show you how the when the media goes... so do our thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at this time I should be sleeping... But Honestly Please pray for us! We will need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you want to keep updated on our trip check out our Youth Blog: hsccOasis.blogspot.com&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/8246556028231851051-2772398510679220916?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2772398510679220916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=2772398510679220916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2772398510679220916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2772398510679220916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2009/04/texas-2009.html' title='Texas 2009'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1007781206560638537</id><published>2009-03-29T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:30:23.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>Clean sheets</title><content type='html'>Who knew that planning a wedding amongst the rest of my crazy life would cause me to finally this weekend realize that I couldn't remember when the last time I washed my sheets was. So this weekend I washed my sheets.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Why is that significant or worth blogging about." - you say. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why because tonight I am climbing into clean sheets (OK so they where cleaned Friday but that's beside the point...) and I can rest easy that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have one thing I checked off my personal list&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of to do's&lt;/span&gt;. So Shoot, THAT'S WORTH CELEBRATING! Do you ever find that in the midst of one more thing in your life... that the practical necessities (like clean sheets) get left by the wayside? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/Sc8jg7WSm6I/AAAAAAAAAkg/bVhsgwPdKRc/s320/3331823937_060e14aee9_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318508733541817250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These last few months of bliss, have indeed been bliss! Yet...I am watching myself, make lists, yes the non list making me, is MAKING LISTS, which has been out of necessity for productivity, as well as keep my sanity. I should have paid more attention to my old housemates list making skills. shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention, did you know how many list managers are out there for weddings, granted they all make me feel like I am behind in something eek. But really the reality is we are on the ball!! I say we because my WONDERFUL FIANCE, keeps me organised, keeps perspective and still is making me feel beautiful and loved through it all. I am blessed.&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/8246556028231851051-1007781206560638537?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1007781206560638537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1007781206560638537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1007781206560638537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1007781206560638537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2009/03/clean-sheets.html' title='Clean sheets'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/Sc8jg7WSm6I/AAAAAAAAAkg/bVhsgwPdKRc/s72-c/3331823937_060e14aee9_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-5582338467382262792</id><published>2009-02-26T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:00:29.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>on fine night...</title><content type='html'>What does one say when their heart cannot say anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt so happy and so excited in on fine moment that you have no words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt so surprised that in one fine moment you have no words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever known that with all your heart sitting before you is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with is in front of you on one knee, asking you to spend the rest of your life together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never felt so loved, I have never felt so special, I have never been so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did it happen how does our story of the boy and I begin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been dating just shy of 1 year (one week and 1 day from when he asked me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SaegnPUxQWI/AAAAAAAAAjo/uMQs-3zrDM4/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307387281868407138" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SaegnGdL_sI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cKWs2goRmXw/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307387279487794882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/Saegm22_nxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/DEAo4Iy_wPU/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307387275301068562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There feels like so much to tell. I will be back to share... Know I am loved and my heart is in a whirlwind :)&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/8246556028231851051-5582338467382262792?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5582338467382262792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=5582338467382262792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5582338467382262792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5582338467382262792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-fine-night.html' title='on fine night...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SaegnPUxQWI/AAAAAAAAAjo/uMQs-3zrDM4/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-2540057164944742353</id><published>2009-01-03T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:43:46.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Final Moving days, Last Night...first night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SV88GM3HeKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dHFXqke092c/s1600-h/my+room+and+a+last+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SV88GM3HeKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dHFXqke092c/s400/my+room+and+a+last+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287010564785535138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its all really surreal. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Originally typed Friday Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today (as in the day we actually hand in our keys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will spend a few hours sleeping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  (cuz its 2 am and i still have time wink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then people will arrive to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   the final pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   the big pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   and then the daunting task of cleaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so now its technically Sunday the 4th... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are moved into the church Apt. as temp tenants. We should be here for 2 weeks to a month, as we eagerly await the finalisation on our new house. I was blessed by the Boy, the boy's best friend, my Parents, one of our new roommates, and a handful of other randoms that crossed our paths to aid us in some way in our move. Seriously everyone worked so hard I know I would still be moving today if not for the amazing help. To those who helped we are SOOOOO Grateful. To you I say thank you!! To those that helped in spirit thanks as well. wink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictured below Pherf (the boy) in the midst of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the organizing/packing chaos. He was tired wink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SWFn3jQOAdI/AAAAAAAAAi8/tSFg82Yj4tY/s320/IMG_9627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287621641563406802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There where many things that where frustrating about "La Villa", but all in all our little Cabin in the woods was DELIGHTFUL. So many guest so many memories, so many times of depth, growth, &amp;amp; Life truly living out in hospitality in a christian community, where we loved well, and fought well. Even though there where times where I was done with guests and just needed a time to be alone in my house, I still would not trade a thing, and loved having people in our humble abode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we wait for the paperwork to be finished on our new house with our new roommates on the west side of SC. Now we pull as little as possible out of boxes and bags so our next moving day is not so hard. Simple. Right is anything really that simple? That's my hope. Want to know our move in date...so do we...so don't ask trust me we will let you know when we know. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-2540057164944742353?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2540057164944742353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=2540057164944742353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2540057164944742353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2540057164944742353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2009/01/final-moving-days-last-nightfirst-night.html' title='Final Moving days, Last Night...first night.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SV88GM3HeKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dHFXqke092c/s72-c/my+room+and+a+last+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1275377016201750217</id><published>2008-12-30T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:10:08.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday 1sts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>Ride along</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow or that is Today the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;... I am doing a ride a long with the boy. I am nervous but excited about seeing his world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SVoBTQlOwRI/AAAAAAAAAis/5ARrFFXuP-Y/s400/IMG_9540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285538543052964114" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for us. And our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;. Shoot I always pray for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should sleep now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-1275377016201750217?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1275377016201750217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1275377016201750217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1275377016201750217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1275377016201750217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/12/ride-along.html' title='Ride along'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SVoBTQlOwRI/AAAAAAAAAis/5ARrFFXuP-Y/s72-c/IMG_9540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-2784814573287722926</id><published>2008-12-30T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:06:40.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>late night thoughts</title><content type='html'>what an amazing few days I have had...yet full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt;. It is hard to think that so much has happened in so little time... not to mention the days ahead&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23rd: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last day of work (before the holidays) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visit with Barrett &amp;amp; Marta by the fireplace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late night opening of one present with the boy, i just love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up &amp;amp; pack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get picked up by the boy and head to his family's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delivering Presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas meal of this amazing soup: all I can say is goodness in a bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story telling &amp;amp; laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late night drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Laughter&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the open freeway &amp;amp; the boy and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake up to coffee with my mom to realise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the boy and the dad already gone to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt; and get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;masa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tamale making, &amp;amp; much laughter, much learning, and much making fun of my siblings for not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas (eve (wink)) Dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo shoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opening of presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; lovely day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tamales &amp;amp; eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hanging out with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;familia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching Across the universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more tamales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tail gators&lt;/span&gt; with the McPherson's &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bernal's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Condor hockey game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;late night at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;denny's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late night watching too long of the series "whale wars" commercial seemed so much better...wasted hours of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tamales &amp;amp; Eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visiting good friends &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; baby boy &amp;amp; playing with blocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coffee with good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cal Game in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Tahoe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt; with family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pack...and drive back to SC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep off the tiredness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read a good book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch with out of town friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cleaning &amp;amp; packing some before more sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Packing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;organizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;driving to the boys for some coffee &amp;amp; bowl of cheerios before his work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughing at home with my best friend, in our home of two years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends arrive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we travel to our mentors home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we reunite with more old friends at her house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we travel to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Woodstock's&lt;/span&gt; pizza and spend 4 hours by the fire as if it where our home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rice crispy treats &amp;amp; hot coco: I'm going to miss our little red cabin in the woods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this while watching Muppet Christmas: letters to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; : ) the small lines above do not do justice to the joy I have had in the last few days.&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/8246556028231851051-2784814573287722926?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2784814573287722926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=2784814573287722926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2784814573287722926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2784814573287722926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/12/late-night-thoughts.html' title='late night thoughts'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-846944116194155322</id><published>2008-12-24T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:55:32.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>I have an amazing boy</title><content type='html'>he bought me an ipod touch. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-846944116194155322?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/846944116194155322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=846944116194155322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/846944116194155322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/846944116194155322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-amazing-boy.html' title='I have an amazing boy'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-6052445821545444237</id><published>2008-12-19T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:34:29.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><title type='text'>Recap. Part one</title><content type='html'>It has been far too long since I have typed anything here on my blog. It just seems that I have been rushing between one thing to another. I cannot believe that my last post was November 1st! wow. I have to say I am unsure where even to begin. Maybe I should start with my dash board of post it notes as a time line of events I have yet to blog about. As I look at the list I am aware that there is no way I will actually be able to write about all of them, I suppose yes if I was on my game about typing as they came well I would not be writing this but such is life. Bear with my my friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Office:&lt;/span&gt; yes finally I have my OWN new office!&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SUw6bKQTm2I/AAAAAAAAAiU/7pQPwQ03ZB8/s200/IMG_8638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281660701282376546" /&gt; Granted It did not come with a door, as we where still eagerly awaiting the insurance money from the burglary. I have to say the first days in my office felt surreal, I sat and pondered those that served at High Street and honestly felt very unworthy, though knowing my place was secure and even supported by those who once served there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW BABIES&lt;/span&gt;: The day of my last post the boy's sister b&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SUw5dPwAUoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_s_7KqgZ0dE/s200/IMG_9005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281659637605618306" /&gt;rought a lovely baby girl into the world. We went to the hospital and visited and held the sweet "Baby G". A few days later we drove to visit the boys friend and there new baby girl. All so beautiful and both Baby G &amp;amp; Baby J had Sooo much hair, its the Mexican in them :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bernal Family Reunion&lt;/span&gt;: Oh my where does one begin to talk about the chaos, depth, laughter, deep family ties, casino, wheel of fortune, mini golf tourney, karaoke, Don't forget the lyrics family style, so much good food, new&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SUw4PWVOCgI/AAAAAAAAAiE/iqGWA681PxI/s200/IMG_9110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281658299342522882" /&gt; family, dancing, &amp;amp; deeper connections with Aunts, uncles, cousins whether they are 1st, 2nd, 3rd, or shoot even a 4th Generation relative is that possible?! Overall an amazing time Full of true heritage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY COFFEE POT DIED&lt;/span&gt;: really I have nothing to say here. Only that this could be the reason I have not been able to write and that reason that my coffee allowance has gone up in my frequented coffee shops. I'm just saying... I love my french press but really it takes too much effort.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pherf's Birthday and Party&lt;/span&gt;: I was sad that I actually was in Arizona while his birthday happened and well I love birthdays, even though I never remember what days they are on. I love them still. So when I returned we had a little celebration : ) I also left the boy with envelopes &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SUw70KFhlUI/AAAAAAAAAic/IMmz80BKz_I/s200/IMG_9214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281662230245512514" /&gt;for each day I was gone sending birthday wishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ends my Part one of my update on life here in Santa Cruz. I promise I will be better at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why am I stopping in the middle of this Blog update, because tonight we will celebrate "YEAH the BOY is OFFICIALLY a DEPUTY SHERIFF!!" He has been now for 3 weeks but as noted in the first paragraph I have been a little behind on the updates : ) Tri tip burritos for all, along with some Rock Band I am sure!! Until Update # 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya.&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/8246556028231851051-6052445821545444237?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6052445821545444237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=6052445821545444237' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6052445821545444237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6052445821545444237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/12/recap-part-one.html' title='Recap. Part one'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SUw6bKQTm2I/AAAAAAAAAiU/7pQPwQ03ZB8/s72-c/IMG_8638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-6365119571505554314</id><published>2008-11-01T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:21:04.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><title type='text'>Rain thunder and dark skies</title><content type='html'>So on Thursday it started to rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yesterday it continued to raining. For the most part it has not stopped. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know last was Halloween,  but the rain made me happy last night because it meant that all the crazies where NOT out causing trouble for the boy in his patrol car. Although The Boys feeling was different on that, even though he wanted rain because he knows how crazy things get around here and the holidays, I don't think he expected last night: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "so How did last night go?" the Boy "Man Last night was Boring, we couldn't even find anyone doing anything wrong" ha ha ha! I may have been too happy about this. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Today being Saturday its still raining here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SQzTYn1b1MI/AAAAAAAAAac/7xIWl5rUemc/s320/IMG_8920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263814484452693186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I ponder does this really mean I have to start wearing shoes???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yesterday I wore flip flops and slip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;on's&lt;/span&gt;  I think in protest of winter coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today maybe I will where shoes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ehhh&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to a movie theater... Who Needs REAL SHOES???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly, I love the rain. Here in Santa Cruz I think it rains just enough for you to love it and not hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-6365119571505554314?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6365119571505554314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=6365119571505554314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6365119571505554314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6365119571505554314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/11/rain-thunder-and-dark-skies.html' title='Rain thunder and dark skies'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SQzTYn1b1MI/AAAAAAAAAac/7xIWl5rUemc/s72-c/IMG_8920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-303099139010776641</id><published>2008-10-01T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:21:23.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>update on life: Part 2:The Boy meets Familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So as we drove home from Don't forget the lyrics, my mom was on the phone with my aunt, and then it rang and again and she was on the phone with my uncle and so on and so on. Knowing my family I didn't think much of it. You see there Saturday night there was a birthday party for like number 28Th great grandchild, and sadly the boy and I had to leave town early, thus missing the birthday party. Yet the word was out: MELINDA WAS BRINGING THE BOY. So those phone calls where about having early dinner with us at the house. Picture the family dinner in fools rush in, yeah but we traded the mariachis for the wii : ) Which led to my crash course on who my family was, names stories and relation to us. Comical to say the least. Lets just say the boy had a few questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mexican Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 aunts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 uncles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 great grandchildren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My three Mexicans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 brother in law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total Mexicans/Relatives in the house = 17 + Pherf &amp;amp; I + 1 visiting Indian = 20 people : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SORvzInWOSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DHUJ7ibXElY/s400/IMG_8619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252445989697370402" /&gt;So he met my FAMILIA! Yeah above is not all of us pictured but alas we never get everyone : ) Those where just the people that where there early to meet the Boy, and visit with me. He said as we left, "I'm glad I got to meet ALL of your family" to which I laughed and said, "ohh that's not all of them" Shoot how did Tad do it? So far, the Boy still loves me and i suppose understands my love of throwing big parties, and loving big groups of people who I love, as well as faces to my family that I love so much. We took a girl photo missing my tia Ysidra, and one of the newest great grandchildren Mia (Barron found his way in the photo in my cousin's arms). &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SOR0Sqi4FYI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ql30kTkJ3jc/s400/IMG_8628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252450929427879298" /&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/8246556028231851051-303099139010776641?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/303099139010776641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=303099139010776641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/303099139010776641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/303099139010776641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-on-life-part-2-boy-meets-familia.html' title='update on life: Part 2:The Boy meets Familia'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SORvzInWOSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DHUJ7ibXElY/s72-c/IMG_8619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-3989947564372980835</id><published>2008-10-01T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:46:00.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>update on life: part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SORtygivdeI/AAAAAAAAAZU/20y9L_d2qkE/s1600-h/IMG_8608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SORtygivdeI/AAAAAAAAAZU/20y9L_d2qkE/s400/IMG_8608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252443779917379042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I realize it has been quite the time since I have updated. So I am going back in time some to talk about the fantastic things that has been my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the time I spent in the middle of my vacation cleaning up the objects strewn across my old office floor (due to the burglery) it was time to get out of town for a few days. For me I was excited and looking forward to the trip. The Boy I believe was excited... yet in the same breath unsure of what to expect in the days to come. &amp;amp; could you blame him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We climbed in the car and off we went to my PARENTS house.  EEK! Yeah Following is a brief recap and some pictures on what happened on our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY ONE: The Boy Meets the Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Dinner Party with Friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a lovely time. Small simple. We arrive 30 minutes late (classic) which we had kept them updated on our travel staus that we would be late since we where arriving late into town. Unknown to us our host thought I said I would be there 2 hours earlier, so that's when everyone arrived ha ha oops. where we thought they where all just waiting 15 minutes or so. We had are really good time. My dear friend toward the end of the night and I quote, "Wow this must really suck that your girlfriend just brang you to a dinner with all of her friends watching you, wow, I'm so sorry" eek. to which we laughed. I suppose its just hard when you live in a town away from your close friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also saw Bryce and Kelly at the market place which led to seeing: Van &amp;amp; Gay (Jeremy's Parents), Kristen C her mom and grandma, &amp;amp; Jeff &amp;amp; Tracy &amp;amp; the kids, to name a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I took no pictures. Not sure why?***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOME:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The  whole weekend honestly hanging out with my family was really good. The boy was able to see us in our element, at our 'finest' , at our goofy time, late at night and in the morning. Shoot even Goliath liked the Boy : ) Probably both of our favorate times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DFTL Taping: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Famous people: Meat Loaf and his daughter, &amp;amp; ooh Wayne Brady touched Pherf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the Car ride, to a walk through the studio, to actually watching the show, to dinner after, our time was Seriously fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SORpkec7sHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/LP97ypWSowk/s200/IMG_8597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252439140791464050" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Brother is the Game Producer for "Don't Forget the Lyrics"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it felt like we received the celebrity treatment. VIP Passes, free food, &amp;amp; we got to kick people out of there seats wow. I have to be honest I was worried when Meatloaf requested and hour more to practice than time was allotted however After the first 10 minutes or so, his star power was back. The Show was amazing. There was a time I was laughing so hard at him, I felt like something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was close to me like a high school student in my personal bubble, and Low and behold I turned to my right and a HUGE camera was in my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SORsIFnmOxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Nmjqlz8cVqg/s200/n677584733_713961_2088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441951623854866" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I am a little worried about what will make it on the show as i turned like a deer in headlights as soon as I saw the camera. eek. I was glad that even though my brother was working, that we where able to spend time with him as well, and I miss him so that made me happy.  Look for us on TV Very soon cuz we are famous.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-3989947564372980835?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3989947564372980835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=3989947564372980835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3989947564372980835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3989947564372980835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-on-life-part-1.html' title='update on life: part 1'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SORtygivdeI/AAAAAAAAAZU/20y9L_d2qkE/s72-c/IMG_8608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-686125565960601410</id><published>2008-09-26T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:47:34.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>ODE to my Camera...</title><content type='html'>Hello friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that indeed it has been a long time since my last post. As noted in an old post, "NEW POST&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; now... I give you: THE POINT OF THIS POST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last friday the boy and I where about to be off to watch a plan in San fran. We already had a full day of breakfast with good friends and my favorite friday location (Harbor Cafe), taking a car to the shop, Go Cart racing (which I fear should be another post with much more of a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;story), In&amp;amp;Out, and finally a rushed getting ready to go to the City. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SN02Az2uIZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/frOgiNDn7fs/s200/0926081201a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250412128131490194" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I wandered into the living room... as if all video cameras where on me... The camera which captures so much of my life. hit the floor and died. So there it sit no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w near the dead plants, its in good company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today I am buying a new one. TRAGIC.  &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/8246556028231851051-686125565960601410?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/686125565960601410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=686125565960601410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/686125565960601410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/686125565960601410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/09/ode-to-my-camera.html' title='ODE to my Camera...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SN02Az2uIZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/frOgiNDn7fs/s72-c/0926081201a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-2847129936333703228</id><published>2008-09-03T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:30:31.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Grand theft in the midst of Vacation</title><content type='html'>Seriously What on EARTH are people thinking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news is our Santa Cruz Police Agency's are fantastic...the Boy was leaving his patrol car as it happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Last night 3 lovely Smart and intelligent people bro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SL8ME85R3NI/AAAAAAAAAW4/lVN3hyQz1BQ/s200/IMG_8575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241921770487930066" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ke into our offices. Breaking and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SL8MF259L5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/g99NtSnWTww/s200/IMG_8584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241921786060025746" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SL8MFZQvCjI/AAAAAAAAAXA/GlMOUxH53Zo/s200/IMG_8576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241921778102503986" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; destroying Doors, their frames, and so much more. They took computers, printers, petty cash, and our Senior pastors LARGE EAGLE statue??? WHY? Not only did they take things but they opened all Drawers, Cabinets, boxes, and threw them ALL over our office floors. Did I mention they stole One of the Church Suburbans (which was actually where they stored all of our stuff.) with the key carefully locked away...oh wait they broke that open too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Police Officer this morning summed it up best when he stood next to One of our Deacons, and our Financial Secretary as Finger prints, as well as a perfect foot mark on one of the doors they kicked in said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can steal from Businesses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You can steal from Offices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But you can't Mess with God"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                  ~Santa Cruz Police Officer~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: left;"&gt;I suppose that it is just life where things like this just happen. The great thing is we indeed are getting everything back as the three where arrested last night before they had a chance to separate the loot. We are waiting on the Doors to be repaired, to hear back from the police, and to hear how the Grand Thief Auto &amp;amp; Burglary,&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SL8MGk0pczI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/divy9a_ouxs/s200/IMG_8582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241921798385791794" /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: left;"&gt; destruction of property, and Destruction of religious property &amp;amp; vandalism charges go for our new three friends. I am mostly Sad, and Confused as to why? Its not like any of the property was really worth much. in fact they would have made more money if they took the doors instead of breaking them ha ha! But seriously...such is life. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-2847129936333703228?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2847129936333703228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=2847129936333703228' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2847129936333703228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2847129936333703228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/09/grand-theft-in-midst-of-vacation.html' title='Grand theft in the midst of Vacation'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SL8ME85R3NI/AAAAAAAAAW4/lVN3hyQz1BQ/s72-c/IMG_8575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-5507646830800359495</id><published>2008-08-31T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:41:37.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>vacation.</title><content type='html'>Vacation...&lt;div&gt;This week I am on Vacation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-5507646830800359495?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5507646830800359495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=5507646830800359495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5507646830800359495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5507646830800359495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation.html' title='vacation.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-6436410417538078021</id><published>2008-08-23T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:00:02.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Direction</title><content type='html'>Reason and Thoughts on &lt;a href="http://www.carmelitesok.org/ocdsok/FlosCarmeli/Choose-Director.pdf"&gt;Choosing a Spiritual Director&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is something that I have thought about since my friend Mitch in YFC started talking about his new spiritual director 4 years ago at a Student Led Ministry team Retreat, I was at in so cal. Since then it has always been something on my mind and I thought to myself off and on through the years, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They seem to many to be something that is strange, but most often foreign. I will have to say that this has been something that I have pushed away as something that is for "other people" and not me. However, as we walk through ministry, (now entering my 6 th year of Full Time Youth Ministry, wow) if we do not take time to invest in our own relationship with Christ, how can we expect that we will continue living healthy personally, as well as having a healthy ministry. We cannot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have over the last year been attending once a month spiritual retreats from Eagles Wings actually led by my pastor and his wife which have indeed brought me life. So much life that I believe it has prompted me to take the next step. Also I am planning on attending a Spiritual Retreat Weekend with Jayne Price, through Mount Hermon...cuz sometimes you need so life breathed into ya. It starts on Halloween and its for the weekend, and I am excited because Jayne is amazing and she has told me wonderful things about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SLCj3qjDdII/AAAAAAAAAWw/W0w7bfaXwME/s200/IMG_8434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237866543341335682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I write here that I am looking into finding finally a spiritual director. Pray for me and guidance, as well as an openness. If you are in ministry or have been a christian for a while its something that I would encourage. Because I have waited way too long...it would be a shame if you did too. So I sit resting in his presence and taking in all that he has in front of me as gifts &amp;amp; beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I don't think I am lost spiritually just paying attention to the fact that MY walk is so important that I need to pay attention to it. So please don't call for fear that I am loosing it... just know I value your prayers. Know that I am excited to see What God is beginning to do in me yet once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-6436410417538078021?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6436410417538078021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=6436410417538078021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6436410417538078021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6436410417538078021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/08/spiritual-direction.html' title='Spiritual Direction'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SLCj3qjDdII/AAAAAAAAAWw/W0w7bfaXwME/s72-c/IMG_8434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-4937271380939626688</id><published>2008-08-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:29:32.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><title type='text'>The empty Toilet paper role...</title><content type='html'>It seems that no matter where I am, the office, the home, the friends' house, the boys' house, or the Coffee House. I always with out fail am the one that finds, "THE EMPTY TOILET PAPER ROLE" What are the odds that I would find these roles in m&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SLCQmbSu0DI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dFn-swSgExg/s200/IMG_8428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237845356467638322" /&gt;ultiple bathrooms across the state? I would say that I have about an 80% chance of walking into a bathroom and finding an EMPTY or Next to Empty Role. It has become a joke among some friends and co workers that they will hear me say, "its my spiritual gift to find empty Toilet paper roles" I have to say as far as spiritual Gifts go, I am really using this to its full glory.&lt;div&gt;But seriously it made me think, and then laugh and then think again. This is where my thoughts ventured to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To often in life there are those of us that just love people. We love so much that it hurts from time to time... with a rush of emotion we pause and realize that we indeed have forgotten again about self. Which in our minds is silly because self and should not need anything. I would say that we even go as far as to say with our relationship with Christ, we to pour into and yet do not pause to be poured into by Him the only one that can give us the energy to love anything. Until that one day or moment where every place we turn feels void on some level. It is the thought of which I say everything is so good right now, why do I run on empty. Why am I with every turn finding the empty toilet paper roll in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I spoke with a dear friend, the other day we realized that we, for being a christian as long as we have, that we know what we need to do, however most often we fail to actually do what we need or should do. We know how we should feel about our relationship with Christ, yet we pause and forget the essentials. So here I go...back to the essentials that I know I should be present in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-4937271380939626688?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4937271380939626688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=4937271380939626688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4937271380939626688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4937271380939626688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/08/empty-toilet-paper-role.html' title='The empty Toilet paper role...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SLCQmbSu0DI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dFn-swSgExg/s72-c/IMG_8428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-5175489943537610553</id><published>2008-08-09T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:56:08.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>lake trip... and now river rafting : )</title><content type='html'>Alas its been a busy few weeks I am just trying to stay awake and say hello to as many people as possible. Where has the Summer gone when I have only been once to the beach, and it was really windy, but we laughed and enjoyed it ALL!! Life in a nut shell has not been easy, its been fun but has not been easy.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had the weeks where you just need to keep a running tab of what is next because you end up forgetting what you just did with enough time to forget what is next. shoot! That's how I feel.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232782299766620690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SJ6TxvSKghI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Tg-fYS46nwY/s200/IMG_8316.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I will say that the beauty of it all is while life is indeed crazy, Pherf (the boy) makes life easy. He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, he brings me flowers and we hang out with many, many friends both his and mine. Seriously in the midst of the chaos we have had two BBQ's with friends multi: splatt &amp;amp; Kim, Sammy, Cassie, Isaac, &amp;amp; Andrea,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232786330972970562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SJ6XcYsp3kI/AAAAAAAAAWY/sQ3AQ_oy1Xg/s200/IMG_8277.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &amp;amp; Lunch with Becca &amp;amp; her Boy, Dot  &amp;amp; Leslie, Dinner and a movie with Frits &amp;amp; Carrie, lots of Hummus with Monica, Grete, Ginny, Andrea, Moses, &amp;amp; Isaac, went to the Boardwalk with sweet Angie, Gator and Tuesday, hung out at Chris' new place with Alison, a&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232785871480743778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SJ6XBo9K52I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QQ4D3Y0v-2g/s200/IMG_8280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hhh Did I mention that during that time I feed the DC 2008 Staff at my house, &amp;amp; last week my power was out.... Somehow we manage to have full time jobs and I still care for him more with each day.  In all this craziness, keeping in mind that I was out of town for one full week with tomorrow at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7:30 am&lt;/span&gt; RAFTING with Jr Highers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that I didn't talk about yet is that I just returned from our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Houseboat trip 2008&lt;/span&gt; with my High school students. It was amazing and stressful, and such a joy. I am still trying to unpack it all in my head. Its not easy. From my graduated seniors who I had a hard time being around cuz i didn't know how to say goodbye, and the truth is...I miss them already. To laughing at my new freshman who are just trying to figure out what this whole High School thing is about. To the water level dropping by the second and us having to move the houseboats by having 20 guys push the boat while the ladies are in the back jumping in order to dislodge the muck from the boats. I really didn't see the point half the time but new this stress was a necessity, I will not lie I asked God to stop dropping the water level but He had other plans.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sit her not packed for my 3 day adventure its 12:30 sitting with a full stomach of Crepe Place delight...I ponder...where has the time gone...and where has my energy come from. I honestly woke up early on the houseboat trip on 3 of the 5 mornings...I know right WHO THE CRAP AM I. But the Point is that I was able to see this what I used to call a myth, of the water being glass on the lake. WOW. I was in awe. Tonight I cling to that image of tranquility and Beauty, and I look forward to the unknown Chaos of a Jr High trip. So Pray for us : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232787812992735698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SJ6Yypps2dI/AAAAAAAAAWg/gAwgzVk9Q1s/s320/IMG_8253.JPG" border="0" /&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/8246556028231851051-5175489943537610553?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5175489943537610553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=5175489943537610553' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5175489943537610553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5175489943537610553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/08/lake-trip-ntand-now-river-rafting.html' title='lake trip... and now river rafting : )'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SJ6TxvSKghI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Tg-fYS46nwY/s72-c/IMG_8316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-5172098976231777529</id><published>2008-08-02T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:46:22.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>title changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SJT8uILS5jI/AAAAAAAAAV4/qWmWpL5P_uc/s1600-h/IMG_7930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SJT8uILS5jI/AAAAAAAAAV4/qWmWpL5P_uc/s400/IMG_7930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230082936683030066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have worked at High Street as many things for almost 3 complete years now. Strange How time indeed does fly. I have meant to write this blog for a while but the time as always has slipped away. I started in December of 2005 I left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YFC&lt;/span&gt; Kern County and came to Santa Cruz to embark on an experience of growth, life, and fun, entering into a youth group, as an, office assistant &amp;amp; youth intern, Then it changed to a Youth Assistant or something. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However on the 13Th of July I was officially called as a pastor on the High Street community staff. Its strange because this whole process has been an evolving thing, and yet the whole time I have been enjoying every minute, even the hard ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has really been blessing me with a partner that is like a brother, he challenges me, laughs at me, and is proud of me. We work I think as a pretty dynamic team working. I have fallen in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;santa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cruz&lt;/span&gt;, the kids, and this one volunteer (but that's a different story). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its still kind of surreal to tag officially the word "pastor" on as a title for me but, I think it will grow in me. The biggest fear in general is just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; that that title carries. So I continue to attempt to be grounded in where HE wants me to be. And Pray he will help me "feed my lambs...feed my sheep" John 21&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/8246556028231851051-5172098976231777529?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5172098976231777529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=5172098976231777529' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5172098976231777529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5172098976231777529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/08/title-changes.html' title='title changes.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SJT8uILS5jI/AAAAAAAAAV4/qWmWpL5P_uc/s72-c/IMG_7930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8216466419889480298</id><published>2008-08-02T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:25:27.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>venessa august begins</title><content type='html'>Finally Venessa has been able to have some internet connection Yeah! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time there is still scary but its good, God is Good, Ministry is hard but good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has pictures and beautiful words on her Blog Please &lt;a href="http://hopevenessa.blogspot.com"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; and see through her eyes and her words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8216466419889480298?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8216466419889480298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8216466419889480298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8216466419889480298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8216466419889480298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/08/venessa-august-begins.html' title='venessa august begins'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-5953950662105272271</id><published>2008-07-25T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:52:35.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Update on Venessa</title><content type='html'>It is hard for Venessa to get to email while she is away in Africa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my friend, my roommate, and I find my self constantly in prayer, Constantly concerned for her well being. In fact some times in tears, or lost in emotion with the total unknown of her trip. What she will not tell you is that her journey to Africa is much more challenging and unknown with each day that passed before she left, and even now as she is in Africa. She is a combo if humble and stubborn to ask for help from you all and in fact she may just get pissed for me posting this....Point is I don't care if she gets mad, I doubt she will but I ask that you keep praying my friends for my friend who is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I leave you this note she sent on the 23rd, and I ask that you pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So i finally arrived today. it took ages to get here! it is really weird and the being alone settled in when I go to the hostel and tried to lay down and couldn't sleep. i proceeded to walk around and it just quiet here, and I feel like my day pack has to be on me at all times and im just tired of carrying it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I have some prayer requests its a lot more scarier here than I thought. they keep soldiers outside the hostel and Gracie was able to book me the first night and the rest of the time it is full. camping is an option here... and I went to check it out and lets just say it was a bit freaky, and its first come first serve. i am going to try and do that tomorrow... but a better complicated journey that involves... well my contact to answer her phone otherwise it would be dangerous to take the bus there and leave me in the middle of nowhere. i am going to look into other places to stay... so we will see." Venessa 6:47 am july 24th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there it is for now. I'm praying her contact answers there phone as I know the faster she can get to the baby haven, where she will be helping staff, an orphanage for babies dying with aids. Venessa will love, hold, and embrace the kids with that deep love she has for young ones. I know there will be tears, yet blessings.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-5953950662105272271?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5953950662105272271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=5953950662105272271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5953950662105272271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5953950662105272271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-on-venessa.html' title='Update on Venessa'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-3316570800912793399</id><published>2008-07-21T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:41:01.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>vacancy &amp; africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SIU8I9d5aQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vdxhp1ybB40/s1600-h/IMG_8060.JPG"&gt;It is hard for me to sit here in my quiet house with "more that words" playing in the back ground and the sun setting on my dinning room table. I cannot help but reflect on what has happened in the last 48 to 72 hours. My house that seems to always be filled with noise and sound only echos the sounds of my ipod and the typ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SIU8I9d5aQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vdxhp1ybB40/s1600-h/IMG_8060.JPG"&gt;ing of the keys. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SIU-4zwTBWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pHvixe3qDWs/s320/IMG_7984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225652088319706466" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So what indeed am I thinking about? This last week I spent time in Catalina with good friends and a small crew of family enjoying the surroundings as we meet to celebrate my dear friends dan &amp;amp; annie's wedding (that is wedding number 4 of the summer that I referred to in a past post). Its strange how much people can truly become brothers in your life. Dan is a friend, amigo, roommate, and brother, which makes them family. Annie's brother's toast at the rehearsal dinner was ended with this final great line, "May you love each other as much as your family loves you" and it hit me...such power again in those words as two families begin to merge. Such a bond with family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SIYmVIASVCI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TYXQz4Fuv3c/s320/IMG_7931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225906561977832482" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Family is about pissing each other off, sticking up for each other, laughing with one another, giving up your room as they visit, making fun of each other, picking up boyfriends from the air port before they even have meet them, killing spiders for you, speaking on behalf of you, telling you when you are being a mean, loving you because you are who you are, makes tortillas together even if its been 2 years since the last ones, understanding that you are stressed, praying for each other, standing along side they decide to go to Africa for a month, and standing along side you as walk down the isle. These are the things that make family both Blood related, and Life related, truly real family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SIU8I9d5aQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vdxhp1ybB40/s320/IMG_8060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225649067269908738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I want to talk about Venessa's humble spirit and her journey to Africa to hold babies...but time is running out. I will post again soon. But know that She should be landing in Africa now. Pray for her safety, her heart, her health, the children and local adults she is working with, and her spiritual and emotional well being. Not only is Venessa in Africa but our blond friend Julia "bruin" is in Kenya (she boarded her plane sunday, Venessa boarded her plane monday) at the same time as venessa is in Namibia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SIU8JCGcxmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VMr4GGyg0do/s1600-h/IMG_8065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SIU8JCGcxmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VMr4GGyg0do/s320/IMG_8065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225649068513740386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-3316570800912793399?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3316570800912793399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=3316570800912793399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3316570800912793399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3316570800912793399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacancy-africa.html' title='vacancy &amp; africa'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SIU-4zwTBWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pHvixe3qDWs/s72-c/IMG_7984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-4183567712703682495</id><published>2008-07-04T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:46:19.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>So my Dad and everyone I know has purchased a Wii</title><content type='html'>So this last Father's day I drove to Bakersfield to be with my family in a day which we celebrated my sister's birthday and Father's day on a saturday, and inbetween I went to an Indian wedding. (Yes I am talking about fathers' day and I am clearly aware that it has passed, yet since on vacation I didn't truly update this blog with all recent fun thi&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SG5hr27kdmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ak1ykUK_UHY/s320/IMG_7637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219216424276620898" /&gt;ngs...I figured I would take this holiday to talk about the most recent holiday)&lt;div&gt; Two things have become a tradition...one only because I think it will happen next year and the other has just always happened. One We have celebrated the mexican Mothers day which resides on a saturday and created our own (the mexican calender doesn't celebrate fathers eek) Mexican father's day on Saturday. TWO: My Dad buys his OWN Fathers day Gift, Birthday Gift Ect. We buy gifts to go along side it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore about a week and a half before Fathers day roles around I get a Txt message from my father saying something to the effect that, "it has begun, he now owns the Wii!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like any good children we bought him Mario Cart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SG5hX8_SjjI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Erb9Eu07Tz0/s320/IMG_7632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219216082305453618" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; We have always loved playing games together, but until the wii came into our lives we have never (other than kids) played interactive video games. ha ha!! Never thought I would say that! But my brother does play Guitar band just as if he was on stage so...its totally natural!! ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-4183567712703682495?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4183567712703682495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=4183567712703682495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4183567712703682495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4183567712703682495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-my-dad-and-everyone-i-know-has.html' title='So my Dad and everyone I know has purchased a Wii'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SG5hr27kdmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ak1ykUK_UHY/s72-c/IMG_7637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8682671084170926055</id><published>2008-07-04T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:44:13.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><title type='text'>Did I mention my sister Visited??</title><content type='html'>Yeah that was last weekend, and yeah its already one week later but still it was fun. They where in SF for their anniversary then stopped by on their way home. So it got me thinking, my sister and her husband, with each time they are together I think wow, they are really Sooo good for each other! It was brief but it was good, as they stopped by for lunch and chats.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SG3sWgTG2vI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JOZwXqUh530/s200/IMG_7782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219087414563625714" /&gt; Who would have thought that my sister and I used to fight like we did, I venture to say that in the last years we have gotten along better than ever before. I am grateful for that!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the joke with the family is that they, always go to the same restaurants while visiting Santa Cruz, thus every time they come I try to bring them to a place where they have never been before. This is both challenging and fun to find a place that is new and yummy. Actually in SC its pretty easy. This time it was &lt;a href="http://www.menustation.com/Colesbar-b-q/menu.html"&gt;Cole's BBQ&lt;/a&gt; by Sunny Cove. More food than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SG3tThoqyaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/V73K_C3jMUQ/s200/IMG_7786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219088462894516642" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can handle, not flashy yet clean, and just fantastic when it comes to messy as in all over your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This restaurant was a crowd pleaser as we all left full and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy. Probably too full!! ha ha Venessa's food came last,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SG3ttYjUg9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/OXQjRkF8gfk/s200/IMG_7783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219088907132765138" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor thing. We waited...ok so we all ate some fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention that &lt;a href="http://alisa-marie.blogspot.com/"&gt;my sister has a new blo&lt;/a&gt;g?? Well she does and Venessa found it by accident. So enjoy. Blogging is taking over the world no matter what Chafer says...its really lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8682671084170926055?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8682671084170926055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8682671084170926055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8682671084170926055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8682671084170926055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-i-mention-my-sister-visited.html' title='Did I mention my sister Visited??'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SG3sWgTG2vI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JOZwXqUh530/s72-c/IMG_7782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-3727778515166267966</id><published>2008-06-26T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:55:04.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>3 out of 4 Weddings this summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Every Human Longs for love. The possibility that God is Love is almost an overwhelming prospect." ~ Erwin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McManus&lt;/span&gt; - Soul Cravings&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is indeed a beautiful thing, and marriage is often a public display to celebrate that union and desire to commit two people together who have fallen in love. This last year has indeed been a year where I have been trying to understand what God's true LOVE is for me. I didn't understand it for the most part other than head knowledge, yet being, going, and being a part of weddings provided me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt; into that window. Since this journey, going to weddings this year has been a whole different view and enjoyment for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that I have admired in the last few weddings i have attended is that people's recent desire to have their friends and family to commit to walk with them through the journey. So Beautiful. Marriage is an extension of friendship, from what I can tell and ultimately brings beauty to family, and displays on earth Christ love for the church. Which Christ Love for the church in itself is such a long conversation, I will spare you and stay away from that for now other than I agree. wink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Year there have only been a few weddings (and I am blessed to only attend this year, because I have been feeling like the Girl in 27 Dresses, so the relief is all mine) but they have all been thus far unique and true to each couples personalities. We laughed smiled and I enjoyed each moment. My prayer in general is that God will Bless there unions and will allow them all to continue to see HIM more, as they learn really who each other really are. I do not know from experience but only from what people tell me, that the first year of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; is hard, and as they walk through together it can make or break the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;. My prayer for these four is that this first year makes it for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Dave and Meg Lockwood, &lt;div&gt;Meg seems to hold her beautiful heart out for all to embrace and love. And Wow Dave is married....hard to believe my dear friend walked down the isle...There is hope for us all Wink! Anyone who will choreograph a dance with Dave is amazing...I only wrote a song ha ha!  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGSRxKAUHII/AAAAAAAAAUY/672FqlCNpX8/s200/IMG_7403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216454542087167106" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Jacob and Jordan Tracy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always enjoyed this couple. Their carefree spirit for freedom in life and style as they approach all that is before them. With Bluegrass in the background I was blessed by this wedding, to the setting of winery, to the fantastic music selection! I have known them for a while, and have seen their kind hearts as I am now a new closer friend due to their friendship to one of their Groomsman whom I am fond of.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGSSQrH4W6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/cs2vw8_98u8/s200/IMG_7451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216455083553217442" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shiba&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Samir&lt;/span&gt;: She is indeed like another little sister as she is one of my best friends little sister. What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; cultural wedding, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; culture is deep in tradition, and surrounded by family. Even though the weather was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hotter&lt;/span&gt; than hot...it was worth the heat to witness the entrance on the white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;horse&lt;/span&gt; and the 5 plus times we where served &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; food that I had the change to fill my place with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; (Dot not feather) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cuisine&lt;/span&gt; : ) yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGSRSljdNpI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EvUb3TE2ClE/s200/IMG_7603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216454016906376850" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Gator and Tuesday Meyer STILL TO COME : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going to Catalina, and we get to play mini golf tourney!! What more can you ask for! I just love them!&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/8246556028231851051-3727778515166267966?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3727778515166267966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=3727778515166267966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3727778515166267966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3727778515166267966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/3-out-of-4-weddings-this-summer.html' title='3 out of 4 Weddings this summer'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGSRxKAUHII/AAAAAAAAAUY/672FqlCNpX8/s72-c/IMG_7403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-4250787194035375592</id><published>2008-06-26T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:30:23.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>time with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGQWpq2_rXI/AAAAAAAAATs/LAceQFA_iAQ/s1600-h/IMG_7777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGQWpq2_rXI/AAAAAAAAATs/LAceQFA_iAQ/s200/IMG_7777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216319173537279346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spending time with friends while I am off : )&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to the park, played in the sand, and had deep talks over coffee while kids napped. All makes happiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGQYaSJomVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/TUZXmWIqp8M/s200/IMG_7769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216321108229790034" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I enjoyed the college ministry where Roxanne and Chafer are a part of leading. What a beautiful space to worship and invite people into. I was blessed by the different element where people where welcome to worship in freedom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGQX-9r8IYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9sRzEGrpfXg/s200/IMG_7755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216320638880063874" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-4250787194035375592?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4250787194035375592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=4250787194035375592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4250787194035375592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4250787194035375592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-with-friends.html' title='time with friends'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGQWpq2_rXI/AAAAAAAAATs/LAceQFA_iAQ/s72-c/IMG_7777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8849489597980478347</id><published>2008-06-25T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T03:18:31.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><title type='text'>Catching up my blog, months may &amp; june</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGIbC-uBvBI/AAAAAAAAATk/SN__38W7758/s1600-h/IMG_7521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGIbC-uBvBI/AAAAAAAAATk/SN__38W7758/s320/IMG_7521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215761056458193938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I have been really busy in the last two months on this week of vacation I plan on catching up my blog on the past happenings : ) the wallpaper post happened on June 1st. yeah much has happened since...and much has happened in the month before. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sit back and bear with me and I'll fill you in on life.  WAIT THERE IS MUCH TO TELL. HA HA nothing but random details, alas fun. Then we will be back to normal life again : ) well that's the plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8849489597980478347?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8849489597980478347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8849489597980478347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8849489597980478347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8849489597980478347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/catching-up-my-blog-months-may-june.html' title='Catching up my blog, months may &amp; june'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGIbC-uBvBI/AAAAAAAAATk/SN__38W7758/s72-c/IMG_7521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-3471562419570890475</id><published>2008-06-25T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T03:11:10.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday 1sts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><title type='text'>wallpaper and cherubs and home improvement</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago we began a project on a house they call Bob. Well honestly I should say I just work on random things while they do all the hard work...lets be honest here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGITg_WbQGI/AAAAAAAAATM/pWmZI2mS_Wg/s1600-h/IMG_7433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGITg_WbQGI/AAAAAAAAATM/pWmZI2mS_Wg/s320/IMG_7433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215752775930691682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Priority ONE: Cherubs removed. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COMPLETE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously why? Cherubs?? Honestly!? I am constantly in awe of the way people do things. I realize that art and decorations are truly in the eye of the beholder but wow. When I walked into the room it was indeed hard for me to not laugh at the fantastic cherub border and rose wallpaper. So I turned it into a joke, on how Pherf should lea&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGIT-6Etd0I/AAAAAAAAATU/YEiniPvDGPg/s200/IMG_7436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215753289910286146" /&gt;ve it just as is on his walls, he didn't agree. Lets put it this way, he smiled and said nothing...to kind to tell me I was crazy, maybe that's why I like him. I know there was no way he would think of keeping it, and could anyone blame him?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy is moving in with his best friend and there are some home improvements that are in need before anyone can move in. So being the nice person I am I helped take wallpaper down!! This was a first for me, on a Saturday but I believe that it can be labeled as a "Friday firsts" because its is still something I have never done before. I actually really enjoyed this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose wallpaper seems to me to be something that was a quick fix, as we have also just this last week spent time painting, and final coats to finish the room to remove even the thought of Cherubs. The simplicity and the ability to decorate off a base color has so many more opportunity's but wallpaper...seems limited, I mean you can only do so much with Cherubs!!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point...and yes I have one. simple is better, it allows more freedom farther along. Wallpaper is stupid, and no one in there right minds should use or create it anymore. As for fixing up a fixer upper: I need to watch more home improvement shows cuz I don't know how to do anything! ha ha! Alas, even with not really knowing, the progress makes me happy and the finished makes me feel accomplished. Truly I love the idea of progress, I love to see things develop. Trust me this house is developing... from the first day when I was sneezing from the cat hair from the renter to now...even though its still in process...I LOVE IT. I know I am crazy, and I am documenting the progress of "bob" Isaac's house will be lovely all around. indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGIVOfcZBqI/AAAAAAAAATc/BD3vkv0hkAM/s320/IMG_7445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215754657151387298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Priority Two: Paint &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COMPLETE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Priority Three: REMOVE NASTY CARPET, replace with nice comfy CLEAN Stuff: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COMPLETE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Priority Four: hot tub. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;pending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Priority Five: Move the best friends in. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;pending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Priority: Way to many to list:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; PENDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8246556028231851051-3471562419570890475?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3471562419570890475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=3471562419570890475' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3471562419570890475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3471562419570890475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/wallpaper-and-cherubs-and-home.html' title='wallpaper and cherubs and home improvement'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGITg_WbQGI/AAAAAAAAATM/pWmZI2mS_Wg/s72-c/IMG_7433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-7942459994190328829</id><published>2008-06-24T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:55:45.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><title type='text'>The summer has begun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGDC5N1epGI/AAAAAAAAASg/mOhSH799SKM/s1600-h/IMG_7729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGDC5N1epGI/AAAAAAAAASg/mOhSH799SKM/s320/IMG_7729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215382656717333602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed. &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGC-ENz2J_I/AAAAAAAAASY/kUoOgYQZ-rs/s200/IMG_7717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215377348130908146" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though the fires keep raging, we decided to have a bonfire while our dear friend visited. What a time to relax, laugh and enjoy! We all have such busy lives, and much going on, but to pause after a much busy week for all, was a pleasant breath of fresh air. I almost would say its been the most carefree we have all been in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGCr0PhdSuI/AAAAAAAAASA/HaZyBKbaUSw/s320/IMG_7716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215357282503445218" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its is indeed only the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently I have a week off. Day one equals: fantastic, as I spent most of it thinking that I needed to be somewhere. I was grateful that I was able to ignore phone calls, and even take a nap in the middle of the day. Gasp! I have not done that in a long time I woke up smiled and thought wow, I think I like being on vacation! Not to mention I was able to watch a movie with my dear friends! Kung Fu Panda. ohh my I laughed much, and enjoyed it much, I doubted the goodness of it, however the tall house mate gave me hope, hope that came through, fantastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have finished &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VBA&lt;/span&gt;, the college kids are returning, and finally the graduations have finished. What more can I ask for. I suppose if I wanted to I would ask the Northern California would stop burning. Actually our friend Isaac received a call during our bonfire, and he is off fighting them...so I am praying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGCr0WmrsXI/AAAAAAAAASI/bWFjYOeWZf8/s320/IMG_7726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215357284404408690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the next few days of vacation. I plan to catch up on friends, life, and the pile of book that seem so distant to me. I cannot wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-7942459994190328829?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7942459994190328829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7942459994190328829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7942459994190328829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7942459994190328829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-has-begun.html' title='The summer has begun.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SGDC5N1epGI/AAAAAAAAASg/mOhSH799SKM/s72-c/IMG_7729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1375627664081293102</id><published>2008-06-17T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:04:45.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Vacation Bible Adventure</title><content type='html'>makes me happy&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me tired...yet sleep is hard for me right now as many thoughts spin in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much that today i sat in my office and stared at the wall and with out thinking, mind you I was all by myself, said as I sat lacking only the words to sigh and say, "So Tired" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that is me so tired...and so much on my mind to makes this thing go smoothly. indeed and undertaking, however an undertaking well worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year it seems streamlined, yet not perfect. We have around 35 student leader, and 15 to 20 Adult Helpers (One that is my mom.fun.). How Amazing is that! Not only do we have help but we have help that is ready and willing to do what needs to get done. So Even though between Todd and I we much to pay attention to, with a team as great as this we don't have much to complain about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessed but Pray that we get rest and our joy continues, since there seems like we don't have much time to spare or rest. eek &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eye lids falling...I must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seize&lt;/span&gt; the day and begin sleep!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-1375627664081293102?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1375627664081293102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1375627664081293102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1375627664081293102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1375627664081293102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/vacation-bible-adventure.html' title='Vacation Bible Adventure'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-3634330559053143804</id><published>2008-06-13T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T02:00:15.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Ode to my Seniors Class of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SFI2_hLGwZI/AAAAAAAAARo/kKRukK8ppLY/s1600-h/n1068060057_26882_2410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SFI2_hLGwZI/AAAAAAAAARo/kKRukK8ppLY/s400/n1068060057_26882_2410.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211288183685693842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;(L - R) Back Row: Melinda, Colin, Daniel, Sierra, Chris, Timmy, Katherine, Emily, Marz, Ben, Abbi, Ryan. Front Row: Jane, Lyndsie, Lindsey, Trevor, &amp;amp; Todd (my boss). Not Pictured: Sarah &amp;amp;, Shayln&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh this class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lost for words in how lovely they truly are. three years ago I met most of these kiddos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have led me through a gamete of emotions, and they have touched my heart in many ways. I have watched them grow through laughter and tears, and I am not sure who has learned more from who. What I do know is that these students understand what it means to be true friends...even when life is tough. I have watched them journey through trials that most friends don't deal with until they are older. My hopes and prayers go with them in this transitional time. Ekk THEY ARE or HAVE GRADUATED!! T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-3634330559053143804?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3634330559053143804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=3634330559053143804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3634330559053143804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3634330559053143804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-my-seniors-class-of-2008.html' title='Ode to my Seniors Class of 2008'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SFI2_hLGwZI/AAAAAAAAARo/kKRukK8ppLY/s72-c/n1068060057_26882_2410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8202773873814060667</id><published>2008-06-11T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:10:00.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><title type='text'>Don't Worry I am safe.</title><content type='html'>Hello friends yes its seems again that the news in your far away cities is report that Santa Cruz is burning Down. However, there is still a fire burning in &lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/kgo/media?id=6200324"&gt;Bonny Doon CA&lt;/a&gt;, which is still very close it is being called the Martin Fire as it started near Martin road. As far as I know the fire is headed south for the most part. My house is East of the Fire, and my work is South East of the Fire. Click on the link above to see the news report from the people that know what they are talking about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many trees and many of my students, as well as people from our church, have been evacuated. Through the tears on through the phone of my student who's home was evacuated  before she even knew about the fire, through tears she said,  "I'm just scared, because I don't know what's going to happen!" And that's the heart of many here. Right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So though I am not worried...there is great Fear in the Bonny Doon to the coast, and the next few days there are graduations all over from UCSC to Santa Cruz High, to Scott's Valley High, to mission hill...point is much is going on and the fires are just in the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture around 6 ish tonight in the parking lot of my church on high street. Looks cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SFChUMgVhMI/AAAAAAAAARg/K5trQS6oEv0/s400/IMG_7488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210842137193972930" /&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/8246556028231851051-8202773873814060667?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8202773873814060667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8202773873814060667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8202773873814060667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8202773873814060667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-worry-i-am-safe.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry I am safe.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SFChUMgVhMI/AAAAAAAAARg/K5trQS6oEv0/s72-c/IMG_7488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-3370845895639361572</id><published>2008-06-09T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:55:08.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>hope Venessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My long time friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Venessa&lt;/span&gt; is fulfilling her life long dream to go to Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read her &lt;a href="http://hopevenessa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt;...its new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help fund her trip by looking on her &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5474044"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; sight&lt;/a&gt; where she is selling BEAUTIFUL clothing and Jewelry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When people have dreams to go to places they have never been its one thing. However the thing that I love about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Venessa&lt;/span&gt; going to Africa is &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207634613448645218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VexxLCZRxWw/SEU8FvaimmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Pq-aVgCWTmw/s320/a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;that she going to serve...she is going to serve along side of a girl named &lt;a href="http://oilovetheafricansun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gracie&lt;/a&gt; (You should also go look at her Blog: &lt;a href="http://oilovetheafricansun.blogspot.com/"&gt;O Africa&lt;/a&gt;) I borrowed one of my favorite of the beautiful pictures of the children that are in her orphanage, I would put more words to how amazing it is but I cannot put words to the beauty that it is this opportunity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is pray when you have a chance make a purchase. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-3370845895639361572?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3370845895639361572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=3370845895639361572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3370845895639361572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3370845895639361572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/hope-venessa.html' title='hope Venessa'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VexxLCZRxWw/SEU8FvaimmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Pq-aVgCWTmw/s72-c/a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-6349508768181410108</id><published>2008-06-07T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:12:43.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Two things...</title><content type='html'>Two things keep me awake tonight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At about 2 this afternoon my grandmother was admitted to the Hospital with a blood sugar level that to my knowledge was just a large number. The reality of that large number that until about 10 tonight did I realize that, the large number was actually something that could have been fatal. My boyfriend said to his knowledge he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SEpLCo0StsI/AAAAAAAAARY/_dcRtWG5Q2Q/s320/IMG_5517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209058427695969986" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; didn't think that the number was a good thing, so he got a hold or a friend of ours who is a paramedic, he said that on calls, in all his shifts he has never seen someone with that high of a reading. This of course did not set my heart at ease being so far away...and having too many things on the calender to just jump in my car and be there. Trust me that's all I want to do. Yet I know that while she is in the hospital they are monitoring her and her high blood sugar is dropping. It basically still scares the crap out of me. I wish I had a happy answer but sometimes it just sucks. So I am praying and thinking about how amazing my grandma is (even though I don't speak much Spanish and she doesn't speak much English) how much fun i had the last time my mom brought them to my house in Mount Hermon. How they love drinking coffee and sitting in my house. Lovely image. lovely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TWO: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="userImage" onload="FixImage();" src="http://a186.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/112/l_6d0f41abf342b9b7617d72da8d7715d9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictured Left to Right (Alisa, Isaac, Melissa, Me, Manuel, Angela, and Dave. (missing Frankie &amp;amp; Jessie))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention that recently we have found our long lost cousin who do to age should be in this photo above sitting between me and melissa or between melissa and Isaac not sure. Yes indeed its possible that there is one more Solis out there that we have not been able to claim. We as kids all met him in brief encounters, encounters long enough for us to know, and then he was gone. I believe the last time we saw him was when we where about 5-8 years old. My grandma carries a picture of him in her wallet. My cousins Isaac and Angela found him..and sent him messages of all places on my space. At first he didn't want to talk to them...at first he thought they where lies but can you blame him. We are a tight family, and due to choices of his parents we have only heard from him now 24 years or so later. wow. So If grandma is better he plans on coming to a baby shower to one of my younger cousins...not yet born to be pictured above. Its just crazy and yet another reason why I want to be in my car and to the valley as we speak. humph.&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/8246556028231851051-6349508768181410108?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6349508768181410108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=6349508768181410108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6349508768181410108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6349508768181410108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-things.html' title='Two things...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SEpLCo0StsI/AAAAAAAAARY/_dcRtWG5Q2Q/s72-c/IMG_5517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-2868118747577645170</id><published>2008-06-02T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:39:15.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>the next 3 weeks uhh maybe 4</title><content type='html'>life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next three weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is much to be done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am already tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet I am excited about what is to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;example today we had back to back meetings all important all. Yet in between on of them that ended on time and our next was starting late. I said ooh good i have a chance to use the restroom. My hope is that I will have time to stop and breath (or pee wink) in these weeks.  truth is...I am not stressed yet. But I know that with everything I will be worried about giving people enough of my time, which is impossible, as I only have so much to give. These next few weeks I will only be able to give truly small pieces of my time, which kills me as a quaility time, and valuing people kind of person. So if I miss returning your call, seem like I was only there for a moment, I am sorry its not my intent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you call after 7 pm. My phone will be on silent its my way of not having service and having a small piece of sanity in the night hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In those night hours where my cell phone is on silent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             I may be able to finish project's I have started in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In those night hours when my cell phone is on silent, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             I may find sanity in the stillness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In those night hours when my cell phone is on silent, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     I may actually get to call people that I haven't had the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In those night hours when my cell phone is on silent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             I may get to finally finish cleaning my room instead of creating pathways like I did in HS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In those night hours when my cell phone is on silent, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             I am going to try my hardest not to worry that I missed a call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In those night hours when my cell phone is on silent, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             I will rest well with a happy heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my hope and my plan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-2868118747577645170?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2868118747577645170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=2868118747577645170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2868118747577645170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2868118747577645170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/next-3-weeks-uhh-maybe-4.html' title='the next 3 weeks uhh maybe 4'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1345810437848665699</id><published>2008-05-27T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:30:28.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come Away'/><title type='text'>Hope &amp; Spiritual retreats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hope lies in braving the chaos &amp;amp; waiting calmly, with trust in the ONE who loves us. The idea is to still ourselves, to draw ourselves back to the deeper life that flows beneath the deeper life that flows beneath the surface of our days. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Sue Monk Kidd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is an un-official Come Away (Spiritual retreat). It is a day I was suppose to be on last month but it slipped my mind as I had much to do at the office. Slipped my mind. sadness of the busyness of ministry. The whole theme this month is HOPE. I have spent all morning in the beautiful redwoods of Mount Hermon where I live. and now as my distraction grows I will wander down to the shores of a random Santa Cruz Beach to finish the thoughts on hope, as well as re-cap this spiritual journey that this Come Away 2007 - 2008 "Arms Wide Open"has brought me through. I realize that today I have broken the rules by even typing this blog but as I reveled in the beauty of it and how I so often do not write about what God is teaching me through them, I felt compelled to say something here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May today and this week you find time away from the busyness to listen to what God is saying to you. What is God inviting you into? I know he has been messing with me this morning...in a good way.  And the song Acres of Hope by Shane and Shane keeps returning to my heart and mind this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave you with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ before me, Prepare the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ behind me, restrain my inclination to go alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ about, shade me from the flames of the enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ beneath me, become the bottom when the door drops away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ to the Left &amp;amp; to the Right, SUPPORT my ARMS so that I might fly. &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/8246556028231851051-1345810437848665699?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1345810437848665699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1345810437848665699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1345810437848665699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1345810437848665699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/05/hope-spiritual-retreats.html' title='Hope &amp; Spiritual retreats'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-4001721417547233371</id><published>2008-05-12T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:47:42.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Two Pictures of Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCku_Fw7uhI/AAAAAAAAARE/WmHiP5Moz_c/s1600-h/IMG_7017.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCku_Fw7uhI/AAAAAAAAARE/WmHiP5Moz_c/s320/IMG_7017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199738906190002706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On May 3rd I was given a bouquet of Stargazer Lilies which had not yet bloomed, by a boy that has indeed become close to my heart. Stargazer lilies I thought to myself, I LOVE these. How could he have known? The fragrance, the vibrant color, the unique curve of each bloom yet the similar star shape of each. I could go on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly I was excited, and impatient by the end of day 2. My flowers where still only pods and to my eye they had started to loose their luster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the morning of day 3 I stood in my kitchen listening to my morning coffee brew and I stared at them: Why would they not bloom? Had they not been bought for my pleasure and enjoyment? Wasn't there purpose to bring the sweet fragrance into my home? sigh. I would wait yet another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night the flower buyer asked me, "How are your flowers?" to which I began my lament on how excited I was, and how sad I was that my Joy for what was to come in my flowers had not been met. How all I wanted was just one to bloom and then, then I would be happy. No. Actually I wanted all of them to bloom and then I would be happy...but this waiting was starting to wear on me. To which he smiled and looked at my impatient (acting) 5 year old sad face and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Melinda, think of it this way: If its taking five days to bloom, then you have five more days to enjoy them, than if they where blooming on the first day that I gave them to you, and you will be able to enjoy them for even longer"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I paused... shook my head. How correct was he, when all I could do was sit in front of them and say OPEN, OPEN, OPEN like that stupid Mervyn's Commercial! As if being sad, staring at them, would make my waiting shorter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next few days I enjoyed the pod's, I enjoyed the essence of the wait. I began to anticipate the beauty that would be coming with out even being able to see any progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCk1plw7uiI/AAAAAAAAARM/IuwWdK3IxGQ/s320/IMG_7272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199746233404209698" /&gt;On March 11th, EIGHT 8 DAYS LATER, such a long time to wait, my first pod BLOOMED! Over the next few days I watched each one open in their own time making the vase look prettier and prettier and if I am honest my allergies getting stronger and stronger.  (Yeah I moved them to my room the second they started blooming...yeah I am suffering ha ha, worth it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As this process moved forward I was struck by the by the fact that this is SO our lives. I claim that I am waiting on the Lord, and the reality is that I am sad, impatient and I don't believe that the end result will be as beautiful. I subconsciously believe that as I wait on God with each passing day the answer will loose its value. If one is truly honest they will find that while waiting on the Lord as trying as it is, that he indeed will fulfill our every needs, often larger than we can imagine, in ways we never thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we sit staring wishing and hoping that the "pods" of our life will open today? Why do we question the God of the universe as if he has not and will not answer us? Why in the days I wait do I think I do not hear his voice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth is I hear his voice in the waiting. I choose to anticipate the beauty that is ahead of me, even thought it is hard to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-4001721417547233371?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4001721417547233371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=4001721417547233371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4001721417547233371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4001721417547233371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-pictures-of-waiting.html' title='Two Pictures of Waiting'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCku_Fw7uhI/AAAAAAAAARE/WmHiP5Moz_c/s72-c/IMG_7017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-7684948128561866412</id><published>2008-05-07T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:34:09.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Tonight is Jell-O Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHn7yNKlaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Lsex3C0CxuU/s1600-h/IMG_7054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHn7yNKlaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Lsex3C0CxuU/s200/IMG_7054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197690459237553570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHn8SNKlbI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zLUGYCdfuKU/s1600-h/IMG_7071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHn8SNKlbI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zLUGYCdfuKU/s200/IMG_7071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197690467827488178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHn8iNKlcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0rHoViH6mnc/s1600-h/IMG_7072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHn8iNKlcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0rHoViH6mnc/s200/IMG_7072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197690472122455490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHn9CNKldI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1NSFfmr3H34/s1600-h/IMG_7041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHn9CNKldI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1NSFfmr3H34/s200/IMG_7041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197690480712390098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHn-iNKleI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5dMIV5r7S2I/s1600-h/IMG_7049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHn-iNKleI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5dMIV5r7S2I/s200/IMG_7049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197690506482193890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHldSNKlYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/V9I58rK7J_0/s1600-h/pudding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHldSNKlYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/V9I58rK7J_0/s320/pudding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197687736228287874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHldyNKlZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1F-nGViPjy4/s1600-h/the+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHldyNKlZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1F-nGViPjy4/s320/the+room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197687744818222482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The room has been prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(the picture to your right is the almost finished)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Pudding &amp;amp; "Yuck" have been bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The students are excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The students have been smiling and saying things that make me slightly afraid for my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am packing my extra clothing and extra shirts for anyone that's inappropriate. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A new experience indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ohh what a night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Its going to be a late one.&lt;/span&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/8246556028231851051-7684948128561866412?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7684948128561866412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7684948128561866412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7684948128561866412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7684948128561866412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/05/tonight-is-jell-o-olympics.html' title='Tonight is Jell-O Olympics'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SCHn7yNKlaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Lsex3C0CxuU/s72-c/IMG_7054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-7925254092432112768</id><published>2008-05-02T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:38:19.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday 1sts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><title type='text'>I just love Perfect days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SBwI3O-QxwI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0Ktm2Rq7s28/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SBwI3O-QxwI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0Ktm2Rq7s28/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196037815083779842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SBwHr--QxvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/d6JAreYs8Zo/s1600-h/Harbor+cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SBwHr--QxvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/d6JAreYs8Zo/s320/Harbor+cafe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196036522298623730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Days off need to be truly embraced. Its a part of life that the last 4 or 5 years has not really been a part of my life. Again realizing this is what began my heart for enjoying my friday 1st's to places and things I have never done before. To embrace the day that is before me. That makes me believe in the perfect day. The gym, the &lt;a href="http://www.harborcafesantacruz.com/"&gt;Harbor Cafe&lt;/a&gt;, the Beach with my dear friend Trinity. Talking about life, fear, and our hearts. I just love days like this. &lt;/span&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/8246556028231851051-7925254092432112768?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7925254092432112768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7925254092432112768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7925254092432112768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7925254092432112768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-love-perfect-days.html' title='I just love Perfect days!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SBwI3O-QxwI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0Ktm2Rq7s28/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-414612934613200696</id><published>2008-04-28T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:38:24.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>religion on Tv</title><content type='html'>I am so amazed. Granted they do not have it all put together but...interesting never the less.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Disclaimer: I am not supporting the show because there is questionable material. But I am saying that sometimes the questionable, has a great level of depth in the midst of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Scene (in the last 10 minutes of the episode) Lynette is trying to find faith and answers to where was God, during the hurricane, and during her struggle with Cancer. There is some great dialogue between then on a number of different occasions. There is a great scene early in the episode where Bree is embarrassed at her Presbyterian church because, as the Pastor Finishes his sermon, Lynette raises her hand. ahhh who does that in church anyway. As the pastor answers her questions, Bree is so caught up in the not following church etiquette that she doesn't even pause to hear the valid and beautiful questions her friend has. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blown away by how true this scenario could and can be in the church today. I am grateful that Don my Sr Pastor allows freedom and people to talk and ask questions about the sermon. Frankly its refreshing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Conversation is Bree's apology for "suggesting" Lynette try other churches where that more acceptable. Lynette's search for truth, makes me smile. Maybe it also makes me smile because people that are searching for truth bring me life. Always have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sunday" Desperate House Wives (&lt;a href="http://dynamic.abc.go.com/streaming/landing"&gt;Watch on ABC.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Bree: also I wanted to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Lynette: oh you don't have to do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;B: yes i do, you where right. faith shouldn't be blind, you don't threaten it by asking questions, you make it stronger. and I lost sight of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;L: well maybe a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;B: And it meant a lot that you came to me for guidance and I am sorry that i wasn't there for you. I want you to have faith in our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;L: well there is some things that are easy to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;NARRATOR: Faith is a belief in something you cannot see... when there is doubt our faith begins to vanish and fear rushes in to take its place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such truth spoken about faith and friendship. It makes me wonder what happened on the writers strike. Did the writers all find faith. No matter what, I am intrigued and will continue to watch and take note.&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/8246556028231851051-414612934613200696?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/414612934613200696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=414612934613200696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/414612934613200696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/414612934613200696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/04/religion-on-tv.html' title='religion on Tv'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1881677467532175984</id><published>2008-04-24T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:35:00.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday 1sts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Cereality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SBGJmO-QxsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/l-WwrjBhnH0/s1600-h/cerealosity08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SBGJmO-QxsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/l-WwrjBhnH0/s320/cerealosity08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193083135282169538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Today I picked up a student from the steps of SC High and I ask as I always do...so what are you in the mood for? Today My student said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cereality.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Cereality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;! Its new Downtown and you can pick Any Cereal you can dream up. Basically this place is Buddy the elf's dream come true. Its like the Cold Stone's of Cereal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;My Combo today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;consisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Honey Comb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Rice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Krispy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Banana's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Cereality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; Charm Mallows (Lucky Charm Mallows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;My point always an interesting adventure with my students &amp;amp; in Santa Cruz! Nothing like sitting on a sofa, watching cartoons, eating cereal, and talking about life. I have to say it doesn't get better than that. &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/8246556028231851051-1881677467532175984?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1881677467532175984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1881677467532175984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1881677467532175984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1881677467532175984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/04/cereality.html' title='Cereality'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SBGJmO-QxsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/l-WwrjBhnH0/s72-c/cerealosity08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-4024994229680735402</id><published>2008-04-23T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:16:55.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Water pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SA_QiO-QxrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FyqNA0Ns89Q/s1600-h/water+%40+edge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SA_QiO-QxrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FyqNA0Ns89Q/s320/water+%40+edge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192598181934843570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;At Edge last night while calling for the Jr High Students to come back into the room so that we could begin the Games ohh the Lovely Games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As I look off in the distance I spot 5 students jumping, which is not unusual to jump while in jr high. But was odd was the moment after the jumping ceased The jumping ceased and then "old faithful" on the upper west side appeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ahh Crap! Just beautiful...the conversation went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: wow what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dani: wee wee I'm trying to stop the water (while holding a plastic pan over the geyser) This is SOOOO Fun Melinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: uhh huuh, that's Cool. What happened guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Henry: oh ohh ok so we where jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dani: And Making a house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Henry: and well, the board just swung around and hit that thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gage: oooh and it was Awesome Melinda the Water just Shot up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Simon: oooh so cool it was like sweeesh, and I was like Ahhhhh...And then we ran!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called some people, and brought the Jr Higher's all back inside (who had all now gathered watching the natural wonder)...sweet things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite the night. Lets just say the energy was high from that moment on. &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/8246556028231851051-4024994229680735402?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4024994229680735402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=4024994229680735402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4024994229680735402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4024994229680735402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/04/water-pressure.html' title='Water pressure'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SA_QiO-QxrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FyqNA0Ns89Q/s72-c/water+%40+edge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1079355759072269037</id><published>2008-04-22T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:32:54.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>no sleep &amp; no compromise</title><content type='html'>no sleep even though I am well. I am tired but fail to be sleepy. I suppose its back to nights with out sleep. I loath the fact that I cannot sleep. Yet I am up and prone to think...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Questions I ponder tonight&lt;/span&gt;: Why do people continue to compromise, in life choices, and morality, when in fact they claim to follow Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How interesting it is that Eli Stone (abc) has so many Biblical References.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-1079355759072269037?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1079355759072269037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1079355759072269037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1079355759072269037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1079355759072269037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-sleep-no-compromise.html' title='no sleep &amp; no compromise'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-2987454764129621448</id><published>2008-04-14T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:56:17.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SAMKOEnBeQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CRYPqv7NtzA/s1600-h/flowers+from+Pherf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SAMKOEnBeQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CRYPqv7NtzA/s320/flowers+from+Pherf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189002432532805890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a poem by Shel Silverstein which I will not lie in these last few days I believe I could quote the words and claim them as true. And right now besides my flowers I got today   : ) this poem is the only thing that makes me smile after spending the last 4 days inside. only with brief moments in the outside world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And and section of my friend shel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"my tonsils are as big as rocks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure that my left leg is broke--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hip hurts when I move my chin my belly button is caving in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my nose is cold, my toes are numb....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sliver in my thumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my neck is stiff, my voice is weak, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hardly whisper when I speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tongue is filling up my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my hair is falling out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my temperature is one-o-eight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brain is shunk, I cannot hear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a hole inside my ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a hangnail, and my heart is...what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's that? What's that you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say today is---Saturday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g'bye, I'm going out to play! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The sad thing was I only got to go play one night which was good. I meet grandparents, and tried to swallow all that i could with a smile still on my face. They tell my tonselitisis (sp?) is going around this place. ehh. thanks doc. I still feel like crap and well I can't swallow well, and truly haven't eaten a real meal since wednesday. Good news is I am keeping hydrated, and am sleeping well between a random cough which hurts, so then I wake up...6 or so times in the night. Only to drink cold water to sooth...wait but that hurts too! eek! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I just want to be better...no more sickness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8246556028231851051-2987454764129621448?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2987454764129621448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=2987454764129621448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2987454764129621448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2987454764129621448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/SAMKOEnBeQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CRYPqv7NtzA/s72-c/flowers+from+Pherf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-2733430032413941775</id><published>2008-04-06T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T01:36:36.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Bon Jovi</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that this last wednesday...&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recieved two tickets to a BON JOVI concert!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing better that a stadium full of people singing Living on a prayer or Wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMAZING!! I cannot lie to you! Bon Jovi still has it after all these years. He played song's off a new album but it was the vintage classics I was there for : ) They divided that well among the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say that the perks of being a youth pastor is sometimes you get free tickets to things you enjoy, but would never buy for yourself! Seriously what a blessing! Seriously what fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-2733430032413941775?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2733430032413941775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=2733430032413941775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2733430032413941775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2733430032413941775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/04/bon-jovi.html' title='Bon Jovi'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8744768715511211246</id><published>2008-04-04T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:09:07.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday 1sts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><title type='text'>Friday 1st Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R_cnVY0z1LI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V5NjVXpD7lA/s1600-h/IMG_6909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R_cnVY0z1LI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V5NjVXpD7lA/s320/IMG_6909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185656744335103154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hello friends...&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a long time ago I spoke of how my Friday's are first, a day off, and second a day to do something new. Unfortunately, with the last few months me being perpetually out of t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R_cnfY0z1MI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9TvVgXI-Tj4/s320/IMG_6923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185656916133795010" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;own, i fear that i have allowed this fantastic tradition slide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after my wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; I realized after ranting and raving about the new fun things I had done...i was reminded that indeed I was still following the habit that brought me such joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is what I did today on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; 1st:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rode in a cable car for some snacks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was in awe of all the pretty scenery...and when the Cable car stopped I fell down. Nice. I just get to excited about pretty things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate appetizers (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so I ate a late lunch and didn't actually eat there...shoot) at shadow Brook for the first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put 8 people in a 7 person capacity cable car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate real dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Restaurante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sauces&lt;/span&gt; on my Ravioli. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate dinner in an Old Hospital (Yeah RI Santa Cruz's old hospital, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pherf's&lt;/span&gt; mom was born there we found the records, fun)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's about it for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; firsts...and tomorrow is just as lovely.&lt;/div&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/8246556028231851051-8744768715511211246?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8744768715511211246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8744768715511211246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8744768715511211246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8744768715511211246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-1st-revisited.html' title='Friday 1st Revisited'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R_cnVY0z1LI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V5NjVXpD7lA/s72-c/IMG_6909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1445007259318840469</id><published>2008-04-03T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T02:25:45.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>keep on driving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R_SVCo0z1HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/N1ZAuLYCL7w/s320/IMG_6907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184932943561479282" /&gt;After our return from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt; it was only fitting on Mr Chavez' Day to enjoy the views of SC. So with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pherf&lt;/span&gt; and I having the day off we ventured to many lovely places. This stunning view and this picture doesn't do justice to what was before my eyes off 1 freeway. Why does a sunny day and a beautiful day always make me happy?! I just can't seem to get enough of&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R_SW9I0z1II/AAAAAAAAAOU/IyX8ZPQUVoA/s320/IMG_6906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184935048095454338" /&gt; it.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I say, Hey God I'm tired...I need something lovely to make me smile again puts amazing people in my life to show me beauty from viewpoints i never knew where there! Simply amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to think the view i love is so simple but will indeed always be my favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R_SY7Y0z1JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Q8ODleIkohs/s320/IMG_6904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184937217053938834" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my favorite days are days with no plans, days where you just keep on driving and you see what adventures lie ahead. Days where conversation is both deep, and shallow, and in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the same breath refreshing.  That day for me most recently was Monday. It was like a wonderful ending to week in Mexico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last week while in Mexico, God challenged us to be open. For me being open had much to do with God asking me to be quiet before him...He called me to be way more introspective than I thought possible in my undiagnosed ADD mind. Of course God showed up, but not in the ways that I thought or assumed. I cried for multiple reasons on the trip... most where because I was watching our students "Get it" to move out of there normal thought process. This move was not a move lead by a spiritual high, but a movement that cried Maturity in Christ. That brought me to tears... that still does as I type. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a picture on our last night... where we brought together the nationals and our team for a celebration dinner and worship service. This was because some seniors wanted to work side by side with the nationals. We could not have don't it with out them. This also brought tears. Many of the nationals just three years ago where in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VBA&lt;/span&gt; program themselves and now they are the labors. May God continue to bless pastor Alberto &amp;amp; his wife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Margarette&lt;/span&gt;, and family. May God continue to bless Sonja and the Sunday School teams....may God bless the labor and tears they have shed for the ministry. So Beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R_Scfo0z1KI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wtyj6-_8KmI/s320/IMG_6790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184941138359080098" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8246556028231851051-1445007259318840469?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1445007259318840469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1445007259318840469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1445007259318840469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1445007259318840469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/04/keep-on-driving.html' title='keep on driving...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R_SVCo0z1HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/N1ZAuLYCL7w/s72-c/IMG_6907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-4597886324203510528</id><published>2008-03-21T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:27:40.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Ohh Mexico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R-NhUY0z1GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jAsLg5vVEI4/s1600-h/hs+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R-NhUY0z1GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jAsLg5vVEI4/s320/hs+room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180090999295431778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this room was once filled high with tents, boxes of food, speakers, and carefully packed boxes. Now all that remains are papers strewn across the room and that box, which to be honest...I am not sure what's in it and my mind wonders if it is indeed important????&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my point. With this trip a month early and too many twist and turns to count. I will not lie...my heart is anxious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we leave tomorrow and we return next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pray pray pray for us if you read this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray that we ALL are open to what God will and is already doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray that we will take time to breath while we are down there. (mostly me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;, and there fruitfulness, even in the midst of opposition or trial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for the people we are serving. Pray as we join the ministry already in progress that God would guide our steps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I return. Much Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-4597886324203510528?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4597886324203510528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=4597886324203510528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4597886324203510528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4597886324203510528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/03/ohh-mexico.html' title='Ohh Mexico.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R-NhUY0z1GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jAsLg5vVEI4/s72-c/hs+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-2374057997106903334</id><published>2008-03-13T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:51:53.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R9l1HgCs2aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6bj5jWe4SIk/s1600-h/IMG_6036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R9l1HgCs2aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6bj5jWe4SIk/s320/IMG_6036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177298018359892386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes driving over the hill pays : ) Tuesday I drove over the hill (17) twice. Both times for people that I enjoy. I drove over by myself and returned with a passenger that is very dear to me in my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have always loved drives by myself, where I can turn my music up loud, and enjoy the turns &amp;amp; straight paths. Yet something I love more. The drives where, you gain a passenger to journey with you on the second half, or return drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tuesday was one of those days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tuesday I was able to do that twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Once to catch a glimpse of one's day to day, as I begin to understand more of what he does. The second time to fetch a friend returning from a visit to her sisters, where we caught up on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The second is the one who blessed me with the flowers. Sweet friends and fun un expected gifts, tangible and intangible. Did I mention I just love flowers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R9l1WgCs2bI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4kKKfCoNb4U/s200/IMG_6056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177298276057930162" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;even buying them for myself. Just love them...all kinds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-2374057997106903334?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2374057997106903334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=2374057997106903334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2374057997106903334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/2374057997106903334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/03/driving.html' title='driving'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R9l1HgCs2aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6bj5jWe4SIk/s72-c/IMG_6036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8075266471388937626</id><published>2008-03-07T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:11:05.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><title type='text'>DAYS OFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R9JJcgCs2YI/AAAAAAAAANk/YpaoTrY-AA8/s1600-h/IMG_6031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R9JJcgCs2YI/AAAAAAAAANk/YpaoTrY-AA8/s200/IMG_6031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175279675788548482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;t seems that when I have the day off I would like the world to stop for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sadly that is not the case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;People work, people get sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That is just life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have I found rest?? Yes indeed I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Also, by day 3 I had to get creative. Being an extrovert and spending that much time alone...can make you go crazy. It truly seems like the world is driving 25 mph. And I want them to catch up to me. Although I suppose that might be why I needed a week off. humph. Now I am wondering where my time went and what did I spend my time doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I support stopping the madness and any local youth pastor that ends up seemingly disoriented because of too much time on their hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R9JI0ACs2XI/AAAAAAAAANc/PQUtUsTPjXs/s200/IMG_5938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175278980003846514" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ps did I mention there is a mattress on my deck. ehhh. I was tempted to burn it many times this week but its much too close to the house...and well I like my house, as well as the friend that left it there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8075266471388937626?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8075266471388937626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8075266471388937626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8075266471388937626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8075266471388937626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/03/days-off.html' title='DAYS OFF'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R9JJcgCs2YI/AAAAAAAAANk/YpaoTrY-AA8/s72-c/IMG_6031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8592380456086418728</id><published>2008-03-04T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:18:03.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><title type='text'>Calm Before the Storm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;This week is my week off before we are off to Mexico for 8 days of goodness. What that "8 days of Goodness" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;entails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; is totally unknown for me. But I am not worried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Mexico brings: pressures of deadlines, and my mind keeps thinking we have to be forgetting something. Yet everything is falling into place, everything is where it should be, everything seems calm. So My mind says wait for the storm. My prayer is the Storm is a lovely one that you get to watch and enjoy the goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Today I sit in my kitchen (day two of my five days off), hearing nothing but the tapping of my fingers, the birds and the silence of my home. I have just returned from a glorious bike ride on my roommates teal cruiser where i felt the wind on my face and the sun on my skin. Nothing could feel better on this fine day. I have chatted with friends near and far, friends that are close to my heart and new friends on the rec field as I paused in the middle of my bike ride. I brought my housemate his lunch at school and chatted with one of my life mentors. I have read chapters in the current book I am reading. And its only 3 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Today I also talked with a friend who I was suppose to visit but the colds sicknesses just won't go away. I was yet again reminded of the beauty of friendship that I have all over this state and county. And how powerful peoples prayers are. powerful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;wow. What will the Lord bring me tomorrow? I cannot wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8592380456086418728?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8592380456086418728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8592380456086418728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8592380456086418728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8592380456086418728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/03/calm-before-storm.html' title='Calm Before the Storm...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-32371771955960867</id><published>2008-03-02T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:16:30.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday 1sts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>1st'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This year has been a year of firsts'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started actually a little before this year started...in fact this blog has been part of that journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I realized that I have lived in this town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; as a college student 5 summers, and as an adult, now starting my 3rd year. Its this third year and the third thought of: Why do we, (being myself and friends) always go to the same locations to eat and play? Why not explore? Why not be open to all that is out there. Going to new places that I have never been is part of that journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have always been safe and practical. i walk in life very very carefully. I am afraid of many things, but the unknown scares me the most. So when I started writing this blog the Theme "Be Open" was something God had really been impressing on my heart for months before. Its a total God thing that this year for our Mexico team, our theme that we stumbled across was and is "Wide open", Todd had no idea where God was taking my heart in this year 3. That has only encouraged my journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So as I have walked through this year it indeed has been full of mixed emotions, and trying to listen to my heart, trying to mend things as soon as they need to be mended, changes in life in love, changes in friendships, changes in ministry, changes in students lives, changes in family. All things are not easy, but this year has been about being open to things for the first time. My eyes have been in awe daily, and my heart has been in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fragile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But this I know as truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"But if we hope for what we do not have, we wait for it patiently." Romans 8:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cannot say that this wa&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;it in life has been or will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;something where patience is easy...because that has proven to not be true. Alas for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; first time in my life God is working on helping me underst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;and what it means to w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;ait. He for the first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;time is granting me some of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;e desires of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;. He for the first time is teaching me how to Trust Him more than I care to admit or acknowledge until now. He is granting me Hope through people and Vistas in my life. How grateful a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nd how intrigued i am for what lies ahead.  Mi Vida is an Open Road. I have not idea what lies ahead but I am Taking this Journey forward, and honestly thats a first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R8uyq-DAbyI/AAAAAAAAANI/zO-gjoQSvEo/s400/IMG_5239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173425048245006114" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/8246556028231851051-32371771955960867?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/32371771955960867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=32371771955960867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/32371771955960867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/32371771955960867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/03/1st.html' title='1st&apos;'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R8uyq-DAbyI/AAAAAAAAANI/zO-gjoQSvEo/s72-c/IMG_5239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-6987039437102055625</id><published>2008-02-22T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:30:15.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old school'/><title type='text'>Mom &amp; Boys II Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tonight on Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't Forget the Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The show my brother works on as: Dave "Trigger" Bernal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the Episode Highlighted some amazing has been artists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Poison, and Boys II Men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My mom and cousin where at the taping, with my favorite Boy Band growing up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nate of Boys II M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;en Danced with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; on TV!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when they tapping happened I did not talk to my mother for a week. ha ha... seriously I didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stinking Snow Trip! I should have been at that taping and check off a box on my Things to do in my lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Meet Boys II Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well alas My mom beat me to it : (  wink! I'm off to listen to there old album!&lt;/span&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/8246556028231851051-6987039437102055625?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6987039437102055625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=6987039437102055625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6987039437102055625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6987039437102055625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-boys-ii-men.html' title='Mom &amp; Boys II Men'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8398896317363609322</id><published>2008-02-14T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:02:01.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Off to Mexico and a Glimpse into my last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Glimpse of a day in my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R7SsNsY44yI/AAAAAAAAANA/Uc7Ggv5BrQY/s320/IMG_5693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166944023754629922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Drinking my tea, and reading an email...while chaos goes on behind me. Moments before this picture was taken, there was screaming and running up and down the hall of our office, I sat and kept reading, not fazed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R7Sr8cY44xI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ObLTtt84Ke8/s200/IMG_5683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166943727401886482" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;And No that student doesn't need the wheel chair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;And Yes I am actually working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;And Yes as crazy as times are I am still smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This weekend Mexico Pre Trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;8 Seniors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;2 Adults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;4 1/2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;1,162 ish miles Driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I'm tired but I am excited. Lots to do I should be finishing Packing as I am writing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Pray for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8398896317363609322?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8398896317363609322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8398896317363609322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8398896317363609322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8398896317363609322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/02/off-to-mexico-and-glimpse-into-my-last.html' title='Off to Mexico and a Glimpse into my last week'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R7SsNsY44yI/AAAAAAAAANA/Uc7Ggv5BrQY/s72-c/IMG_5693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-6294140124258395281</id><published>2008-02-09T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:49:33.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Time in the Lodge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EDGE Snow Trip 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last Night I had a fantastic time with my Jr High girls as they prank called people from my phone, ate cookie dough and hung out in our room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jr Highers wander in the snow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We sit in the lodge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;wanted to get some research done, but with only 1 hour left on my laptop and the plugs are not working on the entire wall, I'm not sure how much one will get done. It just seems Ironic you know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Good news is the kids are happy on the mountain and its actually quite quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Also I just found out that NOw available is Amy Grant's Music remastered!! Wow what am I doing here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-6294140124258395281?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6294140124258395281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=6294140124258395281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6294140124258395281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6294140124258395281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-in-lodge.html' title='Time in the Lodge!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8169754689275405959</id><published>2008-02-07T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:35:34.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>new phone</title><content type='html'>new phone&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;means re adding your numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love technology!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8169754689275405959?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8169754689275405959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8169754689275405959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8169754689275405959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8169754689275405959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-phone.html' title='new phone'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-6831102999355541483</id><published>2008-02-06T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:12:24.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>The Shopping Cart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Today was an interesting day. And then I went to Costco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was on my way back to my car and ahead of me a little old man (in his 70's at least) pushed his shopping car, his friends or family already at the car. Then with out notice I watched him pick up speed, then he did something I never would have guessed, he jumped on his shopping car and proceeded to ride it toward his car. Ohh his friends joy, my joy, and his joy was amazing! We all cheered him on, I smiled waved, and said wow that just made my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is something I have always done and love it! Months ago after I did, a student laugh and said she had never really seen an adult do that.  I can't help the child like spirit that is with in, and frankly I am not sure that I ever want to let it go. Sure there are moments where you have to be and act like an adult. But the truth is the moment you stop jumping on a shopping cart, is the moment I am not sure that I ever want to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you have Child like faith then you believe and watch God do the impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  My Friends at Home Word, have this article that I just love this statements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"When I think of childhood at its best, I think of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Free-spiritedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Excitement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hopeful anticipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybe that's why Jesus told his disciples in Matthew 19:14 to let the children come to Him because, as He said, "the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I suppose I am just inspired to pause and look at my life, do I have faith like a child right now? Truthfully I think I need a little more 5 to balance my 2, and there when I am there I believe I will find true 3 &amp;amp; 4! &lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-6831102999355541483?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6831102999355541483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=6831102999355541483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6831102999355541483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6831102999355541483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/02/shopping-cart.html' title='The Shopping Cart'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-3692463053855625626</id><published>2008-02-04T00:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:42:59.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My phone has Flat LINED.</title><content type='html'>Alas as time goes...So does my phone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been dead for exactly 24 Hours and well I am not sure that I feel good about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how a little electronic device truly rules my world. Especially when I have no home phone, and the majority of my life is communicating with People on my phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other HORRIBLE part is I have many Phone Numbers in that little phone, all of which are now missing. Locked away in the frozen dead phone... unless the verizon man can work miracles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what I need from my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Email me Phone Numbers, yours and any that You would think I would need or already have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call me and Leave your Number on my Voice Mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I don't Txt you back. Its Cuz i still Don't have my new phone yet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas...hope to hear from you soon!&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/8246556028231851051-3692463053855625626?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3692463053855625626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=3692463053855625626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3692463053855625626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3692463053855625626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-phone-has-flat-lined.html' title='My phone has Flat LINED.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-948695795238027865</id><published>2008-01-30T00:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:43:56.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Snow trip 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We took our High School students up this weekend for 4 days at Dodge Ridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall a fantastic trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We made it back safe, with no hospital visits. But a deep level of Spiritual and Emotional Stuff that happened while there with many students. Funny how one weekend can be filled with what seems like equal tears, and laughter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God your up to something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt;. I suppose we will keep walking along side if you and wait for your voice to guide our steps and our words. May they be yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-948695795238027865?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/948695795238027865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=948695795238027865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/948695795238027865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/948695795238027865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-trip-08.html' title='Snow trip 08'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1703369843439225598</id><published>2008-01-30T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:34:10.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>A Heart Burdened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I cannot help it, even though my spirit is calm in situations of heart ache, pain, and fear. Regardless my heart always is burdened for the hearts of my students, the hearts of my family, and the hearts of my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;These last few months, I really feel like I have been blessed.  As hard as it is with an overwhelming compassion, and openness to seeing those around me that are hurting. I have been blessed with a compassion to hear and let God have what ever is going on both in ministry and in my own personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Its just ironic to me that in the midst of this I have been overwhelmed by people I love and care for walking through tough things in life. I cannot even begin to list them for it would make my blog longer than it needs. My desire to please and comfort has pushed me to a new level in my journey of Ministry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I realise that I have continued to move to another threshold of life where I unashamed, and will fight battles to the wee hours of the night over my friends, family's, and students hearts, often at the cost of my sleep. But that doesn't sway me other than my coffee budget is high, and my day to day details. It all seems worth it. I just wish God would lay people on my heart during the day. cuz that works better with my time schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Normally with such a burdened heart I would be more weary (trust me I am), I would not have the correct words, I would be moved to tears way too often, and my outlook on life would be incredibly dim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yet Christ compels us to lay things at his feet and that is something that i have been faithful to. That is something that allows me to move forward with each moment and new news that crosses my path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It is in ministry that we have to continue to lay it down. We must continue to be on our knees for those we serve. And we must continue to be filled by God's overwhelming compassion, if we are to walk forward. I am blessed that he has given me the will power to remember that and walk boldly forward to be a part of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In the midst of it all, God and I have become much more honest with my heart and where I need to take risks, be bold, to share, and to follow my heart. The journey on days have been fun, and painful. Yet I see the benefits to my life and ministry that I cannot deny.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My only prayer for myself is that I continue to lay it down, and to encourage others to do the same, as I am encouraged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-1703369843439225598?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1703369843439225598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1703369843439225598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1703369843439225598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1703369843439225598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/heart-burdened.html' title='A Heart Burdened.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-6167290519547387101</id><published>2008-01-24T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:04:12.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Last week...the Mall this week the Mountain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R5lB7bbW-mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7jizadS9bZA/s1600-h/IMG_5540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R5lB7bbW-mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7jizadS9bZA/s400/IMG_5540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159227337360210530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we where at the mall and had a Mall Hunt which was fantastic! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sardines&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caroline's&lt;/span&gt; last time before she is off to Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend...Snow snow snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-6167290519547387101?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6167290519547387101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=6167290519547387101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6167290519547387101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6167290519547387101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-weekthe-mall-this-week-mountain.html' title='Last week...the Mall this week the Mountain.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R5lB7bbW-mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7jizadS9bZA/s72-c/IMG_5540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-4307094173437722774</id><published>2008-01-24T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T02:44:16.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>ON the 7th day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sleep...I need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its funny that in times of sleep depravity, it seems that what is running though my head is stress, lists, people,  relationships, what needs to be finished, who I need to pray for, and thoughts all random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;family, life, love, ministry, snow trip, Mexico, volunteers, friends, money, time, and adequacy to name a few are what keeps me up at night these last 6 nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My hope is I don't follow my pattern and not sleep the night before the trip (*Historically the Night before a trip I cannot sleep, I am up aimlessly, packing, and sorting anything in my room...one thing missing is sleep). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;On the 7Th day...I would like to rest...praying its so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Praying the same for my partner in crime at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HSCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, with kids he has been up as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me,  I'm just up...which sucks more...I have no reason for my sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And in about 20 minutes my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Roommate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; wakes up to work at a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;coffee shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...at an hour no one going to sleep on time should have to awake at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and at the moment I have no idea where my wallet is?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hummm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SLEEP COME...CLARITY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SoooooOOOOooN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; After!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-4307094173437722774?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4307094173437722774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=4307094173437722774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4307094173437722774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4307094173437722774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-7th-day.html' title='ON the 7th day...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-6543354793022469949</id><published>2008-01-24T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T01:55:38.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Double Non Fat Irish Cream Latte</title><content type='html'>Yes that is my drink order...but its more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a sad day. on two levels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 1...&lt;br /&gt;I walked into on of my favorite Coffee shops today and as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barista's&lt;/span&gt; common words, echoed with out thought I requested, "Double Non Fat Irish Cream Latte"...then she said the words I never wanted to hear nor expected. "I'm sorry mam, we are NO LONGER SERVING IRISH CREAM!" WHAT has the world come to??!!?!??! Would the drink that I love no longer exist. The drink that I have enjoyed for now almost 3 years. Change is bad!! I joking laughed and asked why...it was just the way things where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(No worries the sister store will still carry my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt; cream...thus I will not suffer. And the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Barrista&lt;/span&gt; had compassion on me today...She looked into a packed box to find a bottle not taken to the other store...So today, I got my latte just the way I like it.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it got me thinking. Why is it that we, stumble across the things in life which we love to have around, we enjoy the company, or the luxury of such a common place. And the moment its about to disappear or it has disappeared...our Hearts sink. Our hearts are surprised by the sudden vacancy, and even scared before it leaves or fear its loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a child who's parents have taken away our favorite toy, for good reason...we look up in confusion, and sometimes tears, wondering why they would take away something so precious to us. It is that picture that brings me to the relationship with our Creator God. Our hearts that feel like we are waiting for something....but what...always seems uncertain until we can almost taste it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a friend spoke to my heart this morning as we both have been wandering through ministry and life together, though living in separate towns, right now our hearts resonate. This is what she said to me among other things, "Isn't it funny how the Lord seems to always put us in those situations in almost everything. To have to completely relinquish ourselves to his control and his will and especially trust him with our hearts...like we are just holding them out there saying, "OK Lord...here you go...but please..don't let it get broken."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that heart...brings vulnerability&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that heart...though the lost feeling, brings direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that heart...finds peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that heart...in the midst, finds such a DEEPER Trust..than one has ever know before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That deeper trust makes me move forward, and find hope in life, in love, and in ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may we press on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may we not take things for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may we take risks with our hearts...and trust that God has a bigger and better plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some days we get things the way we like it and others....we have to look elsewhere.&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/8246556028231851051-6543354793022469949?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6543354793022469949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=6543354793022469949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6543354793022469949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6543354793022469949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/double-non-fat-irish-cream-latte.html' title='Double Non Fat Irish Cream Latte'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-4298373064600998825</id><published>2008-01-17T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:24:48.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mount hermon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><title type='text'>Bob Russell of Mount Hermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;indeed a sad sad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bob Russell Human Resourses of Mount Hermon Christian Camp, position has been eliminated. As I walked to drop something off I heard the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As I sat in his office, heard his heart. Heard his sadness. Heard his words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"The Hardest part, is going to be letting the summer staff go." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My heart sank many times during our conversation. My heart also Laughed with Bob, and celebrated good memories with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My prayer is that he doesn't find a job far away, and he promised me he was NOT going back to Canada. Wheew. My Prayer is that he knows how much of an impact he has had on the summer staff of mount hermon for over 12 years. My prayer is that he leaves with a happy heart, that is not jaded. My prayer is that he knows he is loved. My prayer is for smooth transition, and current staff to process well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To the man who said, my camp name should be "token" and yet in the next instance I see his heart and love for people.  God Speed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-4298373064600998825?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4298373064600998825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=4298373064600998825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4298373064600998825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4298373064600998825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/bob-russell-of-mount-hermon.html' title='Bob Russell of Mount Hermon'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-882690886373601035</id><published>2008-01-14T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:01:36.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come Away'/><title type='text'>Waiting Inevitability</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;f you didn't know already I have been involved last year and this year in "Come Away's" Basically once a month from 9 - 3 pm I am involved in a guided spiritual retreat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was looking back at my journal for the month of November...and Its just Funny how God has been keeping this topic so close to my heart, for the last really 3 months...and I suppose that indeed it will continue for a few months more! Here are my thoughts and quotes that touched my heart throughout the of solitude and reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"To wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;apon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; God is Not a fruitless wast of time or a sign of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;inefficient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, ineffective prayer: it is our God - given work, our assigned task." Margaret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Guenther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Waiting develops a willingness to be changed, a time for God to Act upon me as I wait for further direction &amp;amp; deeper Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This quote makes me wonder if I actually believe it. I know that it does create a willingness to change, as I have seen that in my walk, even though I am not always willing to be changed. To change brings on fear, fear makes me stubborn (and we know how stubborn I already am), frozen, and holding my breath. I find for me, at times I wait well and calm, and other times I am no longer calm and in no way do I look like a person that waits well. Fear often overcomes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"The invitation to wait, especially during Advent, is to allow God to fill the open receptacle of my heart with God's spirit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My hesitation: How God do I know when you have filled me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;              Which Brings me this picture: Filling a coffee cup @ a convenience store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                                                     (I travel a lot...its my only connection with energy on long drives)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How do you know its full? I don't want to pull away thinking its full and Short myself my Vanilla Cap! But if I don't let go early enough my cup it overflows &amp;amp; burns my hand. Am I fearful that you Lord will burn my hand? Its as if I wait on you, I believe I'm going to get too much and I will not be able to handle it. If I cannot wait for you My God, and I only receive a half portion, and I believe that it will sustain me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To often we pull away and don't wait for God's certain goodness. I suppose this is my journey. And I am reminded on a daily basis. To wait upon the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A dear old friend sent me this verse, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Trust in the Lord, be still and wait patiently for Him. Fret not yourself." Psalm 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  And so I wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Still moving Forward, but waiting on His Plan, His Schedule, His Patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8246556028231851051-882690886373601035?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/882690886373601035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=882690886373601035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/882690886373601035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/882690886373601035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/waiting-inevitability.html' title='Waiting Inevitability'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-7648438697738896868</id><published>2008-01-07T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:18:28.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Bryce's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>so I realize now its the 7th and his Birthday was the 6th...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I called him and he and the family where watching a bootleg copy of a movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh I love them! They are classic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-7648438697738896868?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7648438697738896868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7648438697738896868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7648438697738896868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7648438697738896868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/bryces-birthday.html' title='Bryce&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8269661619398697096</id><published>2008-01-07T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:08:25.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Can I say this.</title><content type='html'>I have just returned from 2 weeks of Vacation and goodness for sure. &lt;div&gt;But if I can say this, and I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mean it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I missed my JR Highers and my Leaders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My time to rest was and still breaths life into me...But these students..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.they giv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there sweet minds that are trying to wrap around who God is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey ask questions like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; is God really everywhere? Is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; that I don't know what to believe? why does he forgive us more than one time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;statements&lt;/span&gt; like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; I learned this morning in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; school that its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; if I doubt, as long as I ask the questions to find out more. I think God would hang out with people that can make things happen and people that would change peoples lives. I think he would hang out with people I will not hang out with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that makes me full. I am at such an honored place to be able to take pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8269661619398697096?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8269661619398697096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8269661619398697096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8269661619398697096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8269661619398697096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-i-say-this.html' title='Can I say this.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-6406523921604712153</id><published>2008-01-06T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:16:41.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas holiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R4COA3IvFpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yB5mW7dWHn4/s1600-h/IMG_5379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R4COA3IvFpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yB5mW7dWHn4/s320/IMG_5379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152274119163582098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through my photos and I forgot to talk about all the family we saw and how amazing it was. This was just a favorite moment caught on tape. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was happening while his parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and even baby brother was awake playing a few amazing rounds of Catch Phrase in the other room. He slept right through our yells. But started happily watching sponge Bob and ended so sweet laying next to the tree with Kermit clearly tired too...sweet Frankie Ethan&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R4COBXIvFqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EE2oY-YFHME/s320/IMG_5381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152274127753516706" /&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/8246556028231851051-6406523921604712153?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6406523921604712153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=6406523921604712153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6406523921604712153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6406523921604712153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-holiday.html' title='Christmas holiday.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R4COA3IvFpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yB5mW7dWHn4/s72-c/IMG_5379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-7580938618623000051</id><published>2008-01-05T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:08:47.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday 1sts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><title type='text'>The birthday's have begun</title><content type='html'>S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;o Today was the start of Birthday madness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My dear friend Shannon and I have been able to celebrate only days apart for some time now. Who would have thought when we tipped over in a canoe in surrounded by 3 &amp;amp; 4 th Graders in the Summer of 99 that we would still be friends today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But there we where in a Burb, with our Driver Christi. I should have know it would be an adventure when we backed up and the tires already screeched. "sorry, the driveway is steep!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We all where packed in and off to go wine tasting around bonny doon, and then dinner. This turned into a day of things I have never done before...but fun, and with good people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If you have noted my blogs in the last two days the storms have been busy. So busy in fact that a tree was across our road. I say our road because it stood in the way of our Birthday plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R4CAVXIvFnI/AAAAAAAAALk/atBZIVub34g/s200/IMG_5439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152259078188111474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Through many screams, and second thoughts we decided that indeed we needed to go under the tree, because unlike the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; children's song we could not go around it or up it just, through it. Singing however was LAST on my mind as did I forget to mention there where down power lines too. Aye! We lifted our feet as if this would help, and waited and watched a local drive through it first...we thought sure! They did it...and we are sort of Locals...uhhh... One of the Ryan's from behind yelled DRIVE...and we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R4CAU3IvFmI/AAAAAAAAALc/ArqLxnLKqa4/s200/IMG_5456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152259069598176866" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Clearly we are safe cuz we I am writing happily. Then dinner at this fantastic place so fantastic I forgot the name...but its in davenport, You can't miss it! Food was amazing and they had live music. It was a guitarist that I honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; thought was a CD it was so beautiful. From catching lemons to us all trying eachothers food, and they even gave Shannon a little cake that was Divine which we shared.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If you know anything about Davenport you know there is a great "Glass Beach" that is really close by. So for Shannon we thought Oooh Lets get at least one piece of glass so that we can say we got some for Shannon on her birthday! S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R4CLBnIvFoI/AAAAAAAAALs/FEdK8vfqfi8/s200/IMG_5458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152270833513600642" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;o we crossed the street, and well we found no glass, because honestly the path was so slippery from all the rain...and more than one time we where scared by the ryan's,and once I was scared by brenda but that's another story. ps What you cannot see behind Venessa and I is the depths of the cliffs behind us!! We where very very afraid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So I hope that the 6th which is Bryce's Birthday, and the 8th which is mine will be fun as well just because!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-7580938618623000051?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7580938618623000051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7580938618623000051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7580938618623000051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7580938618623000051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthdays-have-begun.html' title='The birthday&apos;s have begun'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R4CAVXIvFnI/AAAAAAAAALk/atBZIVub34g/s72-c/IMG_5439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-1454110586405274743</id><published>2008-01-04T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:58:34.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><title type='text'>ps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The storms are much worse than i thought. I realized this when my friend from NY city called and asked if I was ok. huh? I was fine and cozy and warm in my well lit house! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And then I remembered:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mount Hermon conference center drive was still full of light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Scott's Valley was also filled with lights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the DMV &amp;amp; B of A in Capitola had lights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But apparently nobody else did. Not even our friends atop of the hill had lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ok so maybe i noticed it when the signs all said severe flood area earier this afternoon...no worries I was on the safe parts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I also found out when I was driving to my friends at night the stores where closed in Felton and the street lights out, and I'll be honest it felt a little strange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And maybe there was only one way into my house. Graham hill closed, hwy 9 closed both ways, which leaves only one way out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;well there is no rain right now, and I hope it stays that way so some friends of ours can travel back on their planes safely and with no delays tomorrow. Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yikes its almost midnight and this is the latest I have stayed up since the night before new years!! That's what my cold/fever/plague/the sickness does to you...(did i mention that I have been sick since the 1st? what a lousy way to finish my vacation...ehh at least I can say I was well rested on my vacate!) NyQuil is calling my name... before my cough takes over the words I type goodnight.&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/8246556028231851051-1454110586405274743?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1454110586405274743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=1454110586405274743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1454110586405274743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/1454110586405274743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/ps.html' title='ps.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-4135051076981666870</id><published>2008-01-04T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:44:04.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><title type='text'>12 minutes at the DMV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Flash floods they say, millions out of power, freeways closed, and land slides. They warned on the radio to not go outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so I went outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You see I have been sick with a fever for two and a half days now, and I only have two days of vacation left. What do most youth workers that finally get some R&amp;amp;R tend to do with important stuff that needs to be finished by the end of their vacation? We wait till the end of our vacation of course. On the large list of things I had to get done, there was one things that was more painful than any of the others. RENEW LICENCE! That means I had to go into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; office, somehow this time I could not get away with mailing in a signed piece of paper...nope of course not. so here I am days before I would be driving illegally, hearing the reports of power out everywhere. I realize I have to go. I must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I put on my favorite rain boots : ), my favorite rain jacket, and off I go. There is a funny thing about people when tragedy or danger is near. They tend to follow the speed laws, and common courtesy laws on the road. Thus made my drive that much happier!  In fact this simple life pleasure of people driving nice, made my whole day better! If it had not been for all the people staying home out of the storm I am not sure I would have enjoyed the drive, because only the nice people who just needed to get out where on the road which made a nice even flow. LOVELY. And then I pulled into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; Parking lot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ehh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The purpose of this blog: Everyone dreads going to the why because of the lines, the people, the lines, and the hours you wait for what seems like nothing!! Today I felt like the world Champion. I walked in wet, in my rain boots, sniffing (from my cold),  prepared with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; stashed in my purse and a good book I had planned on reading on vacation (I've only read the prelude). I was ready to face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I looked at my clock 2:32 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before I knew it I had no time to wipe the rain from my hair or jacket, or even think about my book. The Clerk was saying "Smile Please, and Thank you have a good day". I paused and said, "Really that's its??" Did I really just talk to 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; people, and crack a few jokes with another, ha something about Government money at good use with three leaks in the roof. But everyone was still smiling, so I smiled back. Was this a dream??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I looked down at my phone to see the time 2:44 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;it only took 12 MINUTES the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt;!! GLORIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I was like a kid who always hated the dentist and now found out I didn't need a cavity treatment anymore...Yes this was now a new found love for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dmv&lt;/span&gt;. Wait. Only on days when  they suggest you should not be out and about. When there is nobody there and leaks in the ceiling. As for my picture I cannot be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; as to what it looks like. I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; because I will never have a day like today.  ha ha That's my story for the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-4135051076981666870?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4135051076981666870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=4135051076981666870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4135051076981666870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/4135051076981666870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2008/01/12-minutes-at-dmv.html' title='12 minutes at the DMV'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-31546321856446954</id><published>2007-12-23T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:15:06.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Eve...</title><content type='html'>For the Bernal and Solis Familia all we have known for Christmas Eve is that family's make Tamales. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The process doesn't just start on Christmas Eve. The process really begins on Christmas Eve Eve. The meat is cooking, the dishwasher swishing, and my mom scurrying around setting up all the last minutes things, things that I am not even sure what they actually are. This dishes clang and the smells of chicken and beef fill the house.  I hear the purr of the blender, since the chillies have chilled...as the Tomatillo salsa is being made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad is fast asleep as early in the morning he will be off to pick up the masa and pan dulce at the Mexican Mercado, before any of us actually wake up. This year I may wake to join him...But no promises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will come early...and we will begin to spread the masa for the tamales. My brother and sister always seem to "have something to do" which seems more like a tradition every year that they don't help, but provide entertainment for us all. I suppose in a strange way makes me smile, cuz that's just what happens, and I love every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year it seems that we also have new people joining us...this year is no different, as Sara is in for a treat. laugh, and the hope to learn a new skill in the midst of our crazy familia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its Midnight here...so I will exclaim...as I drift off to sleep, wink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-31546321856446954?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/31546321856446954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=31546321856446954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/31546321856446954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/31546321856446954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve Eve...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8269677596026186566</id><published>2007-12-19T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:35:06.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view on life'/><title type='text'>Friends Missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R2lw3XIvFhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WuGK0d6nHZc/s1600-h/IMG_5276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R2lw3XIvFhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WuGK0d6nHZc/s200/IMG_5276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145768145653274130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday Night a dear friend of mine took off for another Year Long Adventure to Egypt. He is doing wonderful things there, and always comes back with mountains of Stories. Alas we shall miss him. Lucky for us we have Skype. And that is lovely for chatting as if we where in the same room, for free! (Pictured: Me, Nessa, Barrett, and our lovely Chris in the Background!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention that a few weeks ago, two other dear friends and there dog...moved to Indiana. Which, might as well be Egypt! ha ha! As I sat in there kitchen      and we wept, talking about life, and our hearts, I realised that I had not been the friend I wanted to be to them during there time in Cali. (Pictured: Trish, Nate &amp;amp; Lucy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R2lwoXIvFgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CFDeZiPPHws/s200/IMG_4615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145767887955236354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention the friends I have in different towns or that have already moved away. Its not easy ... ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only regret is that we would have been able to hang out more while our friend was home! Funny how we miss friends so much when they are gone...but with life as "busy" as it is, we do not spend the time we need to spend with each other.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which made me think. Sometimes I am indeed tired of fighting, some people you have to let go, others you must be satisfied that lives have changed, sometimes people move and you are closer when they are away because the times you get to talk with them there is depth, instantly because if you don't you will miss it. And so, we crave the deep, we crave the people that know us for who we are, and see what we are becoming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you dwell in ones lost or do we invest in those right in fount of us. We Speak our hearts, we are truthful, and we talk of the pain. Those friends stay...those friends fight for you. Those are the friends I crave. No matter if they live across the hall, or across the country.  &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&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last 3 days I have heard this cry from many different people. It made my heart sad. It made me wonder am I adding to this problem. Are we all adding to this problem? Only time will tell. Only dropping ones pride can get you close. I'm talking to myself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must hand out grace in our speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must be careful with the words we say to one another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must hand out grace in the way we are treated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must lay down our pride and the sense of entitlement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must cling to this love that only the Father can teach us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must Embrace the ways we where all created&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must love each other More.&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/8246556028231851051-8269677596026186566?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8269677596026186566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8269677596026186566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8269677596026186566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8269677596026186566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/friends-missed.html' title='Friends Missed'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I should get sleep because the meeting is actually one that I would want to be awake for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I should be tired...but I am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I should be dreaming of sugar plum fairies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I should be able to win spider Solitaire...but I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;these are the nights...sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I am off to attempt sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-7810506832655413949?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7810506832655413949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7810506832655413949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7810506832655413949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7810506832655413949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/nights.html' title='Nights'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-6207095704769479776</id><published>2007-12-10T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:48:04.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Elf Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have to say this is a wonderful and cleaver marketing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;scheme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; of Office Max. The first time I saw it a week ago I was crying laughing. Exactly one week, being today I received a my space message from my cousin Angela with a link to "Elf Yourself" To my surprise...She had created 4 elves...Who may look familiar to you (I have to say My brothers face and hip movements are the best!). Just click this link below and enjoy! Then Elf Yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1294617194"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1294617194&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/8246556028231851051-6207095704769479776?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6207095704769479776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=6207095704769479776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6207095704769479776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/6207095704769479776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/elf-yourself.html' title='Elf Yourself'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-992212960649533352</id><published>2007-12-10T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:18:53.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R12P0Lb0yWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M8tEcRt7cyo/s1600-h/DSCN9531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R12P0Lb0yWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M8tEcRt7cyo/s400/DSCN9531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142424476112439650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we tried to see Santa. To our dismay...our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; friend was off duty. So what do people do when they are hyped to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;? They get crappy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; hats and pose in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; trees, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; everyone do that? I love my friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-992212960649533352?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/992212960649533352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=992212960649533352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/992212960649533352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/992212960649533352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa.html' title='santa'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R12P0Lb0yWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M8tEcRt7cyo/s72-c/DSCN9531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-7651358499801541294</id><published>2007-12-09T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:41:40.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Just call me Buddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1zsobb0yTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BqCAnOSdznE/s1600-h/IMG_5267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1zsobb0yTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BqCAnOSdznE/s320/IMG_5267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142245053853649202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1zrzLb0ySI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ewc3ifZIULk/s1600-h/IMG_5249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Finally our Christmas tree has arrived! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1zrzLb0ySI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ewc3ifZIULk/s1600-h/IMG_5249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Since really before thanksgiving my joy for Christmas has been more than apparent. You see, I wanted to put up the first decorations before the turkey was unfrozen and the pumpkins where still on the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1zrzLb0ySI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ewc3ifZIULk/s1600-h/IMG_5249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I believe that the biggest part of my joy came from the fact that last year my roommates really didn't want to mess with a Christmas tree, since we had just moved in on December 1, 2006 (wow we have been here a year) and where expecting around 20 people in our house for the annual 3 day new years celebration and reunion. I can't say that I blame them. The choice was really a good one on their part, and now I am grateful that I submitted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1zrzLb0ySI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ewc3ifZIULk/s1600-h/IMG_5249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;However Christmas is just not Christmas with out a tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1zrzLb0ySI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ewc3ifZIULk/s1600-h/IMG_5249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I got the word this year that they wanted to have Christmas in the house...it was as  if I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F18OhyUhDiA"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Buddy in Elf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F18OhyUhDiA"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1zrzLb0ySI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ewc3ifZIULk/s1600-h/IMG_5249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and I just found out I was about to see Santa! Yeah you must watch that! I am "Buddy" when it comes to Christmas around this casa. Our house is full of random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1zrzLb0ySI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ewc3ifZIULk/s1600-h/IMG_5249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; decorations, stockings, and lights...enough to make us say, "sigh, its Christmas here!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Christmas Tree Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1z5JLb0yUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/82N9kAQJd0g/s320/IMG_5246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142258810633898306" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Living Room: on Top of our Bistro table (adds 2 more feet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: 2 feet tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ornaments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: Urban Outfitters: hip and random colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tree Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: Dollar Tree (yeah!! Venessa &amp;amp; I may LOVE IT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Lights: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One String 100 count (I told you its huge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sitting at Midnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;enjoying the Christmas Spirit... AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There is something that gets me every year and its sitting in the room, with the tree lights on, very few lights on, and everyone has gone to bed. There is this peace that I get just from sitting near it. Something, that I am just realising Its just not Christmas to me until I get to pause by my tree...as silly as that is. I can't lie I just love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1zrzLb0ySI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ewc3ifZIULk/s1600-h/IMG_5249.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8246556028231851051-7651358499801541294?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7651358499801541294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7651358499801541294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7651358499801541294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7651358499801541294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-call-me-buddy.html' title='Just call me Buddy...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1zsobb0yTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BqCAnOSdznE/s72-c/IMG_5267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-5926247176215942241</id><published>2007-12-07T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:01:27.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday 1sts'/><title type='text'>I'm no critic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1oS77b0yPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OC3bWAKdTa4/s1600-h/across-the-universe-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1oS77b0yPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OC3bWAKdTa4/s320/across-the-universe-poster-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141442745372821746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;This afternoon I spent a lovely Friday afternoon watching old shows online as I caught up to wherever prime time TV is these days. I took time to rest which is something I'm not sure I do enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;On to the point of this entry...today with my two good friends I went to see finally, "Across the Universe" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;If you know me at all you would know that I have always loved the Beatles and in fact was a bit crazy during the time when the Anthologies came out. A spark usually come to my eye upon the first notes of a song. especially some of my favorites: hey Jude, all you need is love, black bird (to which I would like to take the time to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;publicly apologize for playing the 1st 15 seconds over and over again while my sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and practically my sister sat annoyed...because Napster only played what it downloaded on second at a time), don't let me down...to name a few.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I'm no critic but I absolutely loved this movie. A musical love story that tied in so many Beatles songs, character names, and lines from songs woven into the script. You can appreciate this movie with little knowledge of the songs...but you will smile more if you have just a bit. I was caught up in the love story, friendships, imagery, and musical score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I do have to say that I recommend this like I recommend "love actually" &amp;amp; Moulin Rouge. This movie is wonderful but indeed has its moments where, well the artsy word of exposure&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; come in. If I could edit those parts out I would recommend this to all crowds however since I cannot I suggest watching only if your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; with about 20 minutes of random inappropriateness in a artsy love kind of way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;This was creative...and worth buying...not just the movie but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;...fantastic!&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/8246556028231851051-5926247176215942241?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5926247176215942241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=5926247176215942241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5926247176215942241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5926247176215942241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-no-critic.html' title='I&apos;m no critic'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1oS77b0yPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OC3bWAKdTa4/s72-c/across-the-universe-poster-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-8029486378449933196</id><published>2007-12-05T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:18:51.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSCC'/><title type='text'>Coffeecat Days</title><content type='html'>Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coffeecat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been here a few hours working on my talk for Oasis High School Group tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Struggling with pulling all these cool thoughts together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it always comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the times where I have to pause and say...Hey God...I need you to guide me to what you would want me to teach tonight. Lead me to the heart of what you want said to these students tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246556028231851051-8029486378449933196?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8029486378449933196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=8029486378449933196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8029486378449933196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/8029486378449933196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/coffeecat-days.html' title='Coffeecat Days'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-3770740941272621864</id><published>2007-12-05T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:14:46.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Family Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What are yours around the holiday's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Our Family's Top Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tamales Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Trivial Pursuit team competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Opening Presents Christmas Eve (wrapping most of the hours before that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To name a few&lt;/span&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/8246556028231851051-3770740941272621864?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3770740941272621864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=3770740941272621864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3770740941272621864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/3770740941272621864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-traditions.html' title='Family Traditions'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-7864771296286849754</id><published>2007-12-04T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:11:38.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Ginger Bread Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1ciEbb0yNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9kSeUSG8Eh4/s1600-h/IMG_5196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1ciEbb0yNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9kSeUSG8Eh4/s320/IMG_5196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140614959145994450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I have always been a sucker for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;traditions&lt;/span&gt;. I have always felt that a tradition, no matter how silly it seems is important to have and to continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Many Years ago a dear friend of mine and I started a tradition. A tradition to build ginger bread houses with friends. Some we know and some we don't, the point being able to be creative and well not so creative in some ways. wink. I love that we started that tradition even though we now live miles apart. I always think of Jana and I talking about it and everyone thinking we where crazy for coming up with the idea, and then really enjoying there time once creating.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I ended up serving frosting most of the night. Which made me have an interesting view of the night. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Peoples Personalities&lt;/span&gt; really come out while being creative. There is the focused person, who sticks there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; out while working, and can barely look up at those around them. The Carefree person who just is excited about all the colors. The Dreamer who can make any pile of candy look like something magical and believe that it is. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Precise&lt;/span&gt; person who's every candy piece is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lined&lt;/span&gt; up and colors rotated perfectly. The People Person...who could care less about the actual house and often forgets to even decorate the house. The Observers who are content to just be in the midst of good friends, eating candy as we all chat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I suppose my thoughts are as these. Make some traditions this year...or go back to the ones that you have done and look at them in a new light. Enjoy the uniqueness of all gathered and celebrate that. I am speaking to myself here too. Fun. &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/8246556028231851051-7864771296286849754?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7864771296286849754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=7864771296286849754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7864771296286849754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/7864771296286849754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/ginger-bread-houses.html' title='Ginger Bread Houses'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1ciEbb0yNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9kSeUSG8Eh4/s72-c/IMG_5196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-5081093694955554377</id><published>2007-12-03T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:27:09.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa cruz'/><title type='text'>A good day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1TeW7b0yKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_YyHA5OtHe4/s1600-R/IMG_5181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1TeW7b0yKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/y4B5dJ5MNxs/s400/IMG_5181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139977560229464226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you ever have one of those days that is just good? Today was one of those days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Things that where fun, funny or made me smile today, and made me enjoy living in Santa Cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a drive down 17 into town seeing the ocean in the back ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a cup of coffee at one of many of my favorite coffee shops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a Breakfast Burrito at Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pausing to watch some surfers on West Cliff as I pondered my Talk for Oasis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Meeting with a volunteer, talking about her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;driving past a homeless man holding the "little Cesar's Pizza" Sign while the actual employee was standing by teaching him his advertisement moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1UH1bb0yMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/z4ubMG4AaHY/s320/Me+holding+Andrew+dec+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140023164192213186" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;txt messages from friends that make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;txt Messages from my boss that their new baby boy was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seeing the newest addition to the Trowbridge family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watching their kids so happy about there new baby brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Laughing at a staff meeting of all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eating new leaf sandwiches for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watching Veronica Marz Episodes while eating a fun Christmas fetti cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All in a good day&lt;/span&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/8246556028231851051-5081093694955554377?l=smilemolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5081093694955554377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246556028231851051&amp;postID=5081093694955554377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5081093694955554377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246556028231851051/posts/default/5081093694955554377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilemolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-day.html' title='A good day...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466771424713376626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/TAFTxgyRbZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A2_J155txO0/S220/MCwedding-762.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_um3im0Yo4kw/R1TeW7b0yKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/y4B5dJ5MNxs/s72-c/IMG_5181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246556028231851051.post-9117593186122203042</id><published>2007-11-28T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:37:51.
