<?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-8866023</id><updated>2011-10-12T10:31:50.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>livetoshine</title><subtitle type='html'>"so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you will shine like stars in the universe." philippians 2:15</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-3488304661304937444</id><published>2011-09-11T08:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:27:24.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the (Yester)Day</title><content type='html'>While walking around Target, I overheard this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;: So you have a king sized bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;: Is a king sized bed bigger than a queen sized bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy 2&lt;/strong&gt;: Duh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt; I always thought a queen sized bed was bigger because it seems like girls always get whatever they want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, out loud, and just smiled at the mom, who replied "Teach 'em young."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-3488304661304937444?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3488304661304937444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=3488304661304937444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3488304661304937444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3488304661304937444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/09/quote-of-yesterday.html' title='Quote of the (Yester)Day'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-7789083541699532126</id><published>2011-09-07T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T23:01:07.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come...</title><content type='html'>...the walrus said, to begin a new blog challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I have become quite incapable of updating my blog without a very clear goal, so I have decided to join my friend &lt;a href="http://www.gracemcclellan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt; in a 31 day blogging extravaganza. Obviously, the ideal scenario is to blog daily, but for now, we'll just start with &lt;strong&gt;Day 1: Something You Are Looking Forward To This Year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the answer to today's blog has to be two-fold, one personal and one professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I am going on a cruise this November and I am pretty stoked about it. Last year over Halloween I went on a cruise for the first time and I fell in love with that kind of vacation. I am fully aware that it is somewhat mindless and not the "ideal" way to travel and experience another culture, but sometimes that is exactly what vacation should be. It's perfect for getting completely away from normal life and I get to spend a week with some of my favorite people--I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionally, I feel very blessed that I have a job that allows me to pursue my passions, even if those passions came as a surprise to me. This fall I am heading up some new programs at the Y that will continue to serve the children I work with through Camp G.R.A.C.E. and that is super exciting to me. The Lord has really surprised me with how passionate I am about serving children with special needs and even though I know it will be a hot mess and add to my plate, I can't wait to get things started. Let's be real, a run club, run by a girl who hates running? It's bound to be entertaining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-7789083541699532126?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7789083541699532126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=7789083541699532126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7789083541699532126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7789083541699532126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-has-come.html' title='The Time Has Come...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2895974556729368088</id><published>2011-07-11T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:35:24.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I can say I truly and totally enjoyed ALL of my kids at work. And gleaned this awesome Quote of the Day from one kid, fresh from his first day of 5th grade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're going to have to learn about puberty the second half of the year. I already know about the puberty, my mom talked to me about it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-2895974556729368088?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2895974556729368088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2895974556729368088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2895974556729368088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2895974556729368088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-i-can-say-i-truly-and-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2135272703541790715</id><published>2011-04-17T21:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:40:12.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Strangers</title><content type='html'>I love when I have "moments" with complete strangers. It's one of those little reminders that deep down people are all kind of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was driving through a parking lot when I come across a goose. Just sitting. Right in the middle of my lane. With absolutely no intention of moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop, of course, and to the right of me is a woman and her daughter sitting in a mini van. We are both at a stand still, watching this obstinate bird take a load off, when we just look at each other, both laughing at the situation, throw our hands up, and move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know I'm not the only person who's that easily entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-2135272703541790715?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2135272703541790715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2135272703541790715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2135272703541790715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2135272703541790715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/04/perfect-strangers.html' title='Perfect Strangers'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2517628438257393155</id><published>2011-04-10T18:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:41:59.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Awaited Finish...</title><content type='html'>After a good run of consistent posting, I got a little sloppy towards the end of this 30 Day Challenge, but alas, today I finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final challenge: A picture of someone you miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ix4LP96U00/TaJZWu3aIMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZjSkj7bv1xw/s1600/DSC_1242%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ix4LP96U00/TaJZWu3aIMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZjSkj7bv1xw/s400/DSC_1242%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594131934220001474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Culotta. OMG. Senior Year Charlotte and I did EVERYTHING together, but since graduation we haven't seen much of each other. But she is an absolutely wonderful girl who I need much more of in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-2517628438257393155?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2517628438257393155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2517628438257393155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2517628438257393155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2517628438257393155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-awaited-finish.html' title='A Long Awaited Finish...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ix4LP96U00/TaJZWu3aIMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZjSkj7bv1xw/s72-c/DSC_1242%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6512581170706807410</id><published>2011-04-03T22:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:50:06.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Always Make Me Smile</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life gets really busy and you suck at keeping up with your blog, but that's ok because you'll always make up for it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 29: A picture that makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm1lFsl_Pgs/TZkxMFi204I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ak0UEHa7o5E/s1600/lifeisgood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm1lFsl_Pgs/TZkxMFi204I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ak0UEHa7o5E/s400/lifeisgood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591554496073749378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child in this picture does everything to the beat of his own drum. While his fellow campers were sitting nicely waiting for art to begin, he walks over to this fan, which was not on, turns it on, lays down, and stays there for about a half hour. I guess summer was just too hot that day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-6512581170706807410?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6512581170706807410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6512581170706807410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6512581170706807410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6512581170706807410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-always-make-me-smile.html' title='You Always Make Me Smile'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm1lFsl_Pgs/TZkxMFi204I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ak0UEHa7o5E/s72-c/lifeisgood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-7706203124746965318</id><published>2011-03-29T20:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:06:58.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrational Fear</title><content type='html'>It's day 28 of the 30 Day Challenge (it's been way past 30 days since I started, but whatever) and today I am supposed to post something that I am afraid of. Honestly, I can't really think of anything that I fear, or anything that really makes me anxious or nervous. There are plenty of things like spiders and snakes that I don't necessarily love, but I'm not scared of them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, have a few random, completely irrational fears that are entertaining, so I figured I'd share one of those instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_V1_hR1-J5o/TZJ9VBGvO6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/rLWTbTcfmHk/s1600/footdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_V1_hR1-J5o/TZJ9VBGvO6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/rLWTbTcfmHk/s400/footdoor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589667887547628450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't exactly sure what to Google to try to get a picture for today, so I opted for "foot, door" and this is what I got, and it's the best that I can do to capture what I need. You're probably wondering what this picture could have to do with a fear. What could possibly be so scary about walking through a door? More than you might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember, I have had this weird fear about doors opening in on my feet. So, it ain't no thing to walk through a door that opens away from me, it's when it opens towards me that I curl my toes up (whether they are exposed or not), out of fear of my toes getting hit by the door, and thus getting hurt. Weird, I know, but it is what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-7706203124746965318?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7706203124746965318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=7706203124746965318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7706203124746965318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7706203124746965318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/irrational-fear.html' title='Irrational Fear'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_V1_hR1-J5o/TZJ9VBGvO6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/rLWTbTcfmHk/s72-c/footdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5165863604291568862</id><published>2011-03-27T22:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:11:02.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>401st Post</title><content type='html'>Apparently this is my 401st post and that seems significant. How shall I celebrate? By posting a picture of not just one family member, but the whole crew. I mean, why not go above and beyond with today's challenge on such an important occasion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnY4YF9fpNM/TY_5-suQfXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bnc2rpjc9eg/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnY4YF9fpNM/TY_5-suQfXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bnc2rpjc9eg/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588960518142459250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, there we are, the whole gang: brothers, grandparents, mom, aunt, uncle, my cousin Barbie, and even Fiona the Westie. This is this past Thanksgiving at Barbie's house, which is pretty much our Thanksgiving tradition and has been for many years now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwhZgYTtWhg/TY_4tyQe9TI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MMdB_S-GaCM/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5165863604291568862?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5165863604291568862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5165863604291568862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5165863604291568862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5165863604291568862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/401st-post.html' title='401st Post'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnY4YF9fpNM/TY_5-suQfXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bnc2rpjc9eg/s72-c/DSC_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4366645706143903693</id><published>2011-03-26T18:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:24:39.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Coaching Philosophy</title><content type='html'>Below is the reason why I would never coach anything other than Pre-K sports:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post-game conversation with Coach Brooke and the Pineapples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple 1: "Did we win?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you have fun?"&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple 1: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Then you won!"&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple 1 (looking to the other players): "If we had fun, we won!"&lt;br /&gt;Pineapples: YAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4366645706143903693?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4366645706143903693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4366645706143903693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4366645706143903693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4366645706143903693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-coaching-philosophy.html' title='My Coaching Philosophy'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5921647431606111390</id><published>2011-03-26T14:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:31:24.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOy9jFST_uY/TY5MCemxuLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0rk4hS7iImE/s1600/letters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOy9jFST_uY/TY5MCemxuLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0rk4hS7iImE/s400/letters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588487793072519346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved getting mail, real mail, the kind that requires a stamp and a truck ride and a walk to the mailbox. Getting the mail was always my job as a kid (ok, and as a teenager) and God help the sibling who ever had the idea to do that job for me. In fact, I still love getting the mail. Although, the older I get and with electronic communication overtaking the world, it happens much less frequently than it once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about mail, and any letter or note to be honest (it doesn't necessarily have to be delivered by the United States Postal Service), is that it takes time to write a letter. There is a certain quality of preparation and work that goes into a letter. And I feel like, since writing things down makes them more real, there is an added level of carefulness and intentionality in the words written down. All of which combines to make a letter--a little memory that you can hold and keep for as long as you wish. It goes without saying, that any letter not possessing the above qualities, doesn't quite hold the same weight in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, the topic of today's challenge is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something that means a lot to you&lt;/span&gt;, and for that I choose getting letters. Thanks to some amazing friends and family, over the years I've developed quite a collection of letters and notes that have brought boatloads of encouragement to me and have been a reminder of how God has blessed me with some really amazing relationships in my life. Those who know me at all,  know I don't always "do emotions" very well, so letters (both writing and receiving) is a great way for me to deal with that little hiccup :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5921647431606111390?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5921647431606111390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5921647431606111390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5921647431606111390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5921647431606111390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOy9jFST_uY/TY5MCemxuLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0rk4hS7iImE/s72-c/letters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2265887408450713997</id><published>2011-03-24T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:07:17.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_346gCoUrpR4/TYvSbTNEr5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Q2mApZvxrXA/IMAG0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_346gCoUrpR4/TYvSbTNEr5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Q2mApZvxrXA/s400/IMAG0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I don't cook often. I mean, I make food to eat, but not much that's very ambitious. This meal was not ambitious at all, but it did require more effort than I usually exert. Today I felt like tacos and sweet tea, so that's what I made. And that's a picture from my day. Day 25 done.&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-2265887408450713997?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2265887408450713997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2265887408450713997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2265887408450713997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2265887408450713997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_346gCoUrpR4/TYvSbTNEr5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Q2mApZvxrXA/s72-c/IMAG0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5094776152102687694</id><published>2011-03-23T23:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T23:51:56.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Change The World</title><content type='html'>Ahh. 30 Day Challenge--Day 24: Something You Wish You Could Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, my first three thoughts around this challenge involved thinking about song lyrics involving the word "change." Namely, "Change The World" by Eric Clapton, "Changes" by Tupac, and "Changes" by David Bowie. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how my brain works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the challenge. What would I change? That's a big question, but I think I've got it, and I'm gonna go deep here, so hang on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would change the constant barrage of lies, both explicit and self-imposed, that are fed to young girls and women. I would change the constant pressure to be prettier, skinnier, smarter, stupider, more athletic, funnier, more successful, in need of approval, and whatever else a girl could struggle with. I would change the media's glorification of sex and the lie that a girl isn't complete unless she's attached to some boy. I would change the grip Satan has on the heart of so many girls and women who beat themselves up over these very things and who just don't understand that God made them just the way they are. Yeah, that's a lot to change, but the world would be a better place without all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Otbn6eNGGIw/TYq_jqOMGZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ulQl86tL3Mk/s1600/low-self-esteem.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Otbn6eNGGIw/TYq_jqOMGZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ulQl86tL3Mk/s400/low-self-esteem.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587488907056650642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5094776152102687694?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5094776152102687694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5094776152102687694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5094776152102687694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5094776152102687694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-i-could-change-world.html' title='If I Could Change The World'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Otbn6eNGGIw/TYq_jqOMGZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ulQl86tL3Mk/s72-c/low-self-esteem.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2544650562416178413</id><published>2011-03-23T21:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:18:55.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>In regards to Scotty's performance on American Idol: &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "It's like if George Bush got drunk at a karaoke bar." - Brian Spanner &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-2544650562416178413?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2544650562416178413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2544650562416178413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2544650562416178413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2544650562416178413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-192824850734937398</id><published>2011-03-21T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:29:53.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Women</title><content type='html'>So, I feel a little cheated that I never committed to reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Women&lt;/span&gt; when I was younger and that I had to discover it's beauty as an adult. That being said, I love that I was still able to get lost in the story the same way I used to get lost in books as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Women&lt;/span&gt; is an amazing story about family, growing up, friendship, love, loss, heartache, sisterhood, motherhood and so much more. I laughed, I cried, and if I ever have daughters some day I have ever intention of exposing them to this book early on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aR_CZDLe9vo/TYftRV7An9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/yTC8DsWd3ts/s1600/littlewomen_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aR_CZDLe9vo/TYftRV7An9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/yTC8DsWd3ts/s400/littlewomen_book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586694744974598098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-192824850734937398?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/192824850734937398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=192824850734937398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/192824850734937398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/192824850734937398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-women.html' title='Little Women'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aR_CZDLe9vo/TYftRV7An9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/yTC8DsWd3ts/s72-c/littlewomen_book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-818288112707960335</id><published>2011-03-20T21:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:37:44.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better</title><content type='html'>First off, I totally made quote of the day on my friend &lt;a href="http://kteliz.blogspot.com"&gt;Katie's blog&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. She's awesome and you should read her blog. I'm thankful for Katie because together we could solve the world's drama if people would just listen to us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about today's challenge, something you wish you were better at, left me completely stumped because I'm just so awesome at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! Not hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This challenge is actually pretty easy to answer. I LOVE music. I love to listen to it, dance to it, and belt it out anytime the moment strikes (which is quite often). Unfortunately for me (and those who have to be around me), the Lord did not bless me with much musical ability. I don't play an instrument and I can't really sing, so I just have to settle for being an appreciator of music, despite my desire to be a rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45yq8H2vV90/TYa2eAdISiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mHgBLhuXd0M/s1600/Kids_chior.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45yq8H2vV90/TYa2eAdISiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mHgBLhuXd0M/s400/Kids_chior.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586353014434187810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-818288112707960335?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/818288112707960335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=818288112707960335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/818288112707960335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/818288112707960335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/anything-you-can-do-i-can-do-better.html' title='Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45yq8H2vV90/TYa2eAdISiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mHgBLhuXd0M/s72-c/Kids_chior.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2815730830564485359</id><published>2011-03-17T19:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:59:55.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget You</title><content type='html'>I think anyone could easily put down middle school as the answer for today's challenge, something you'd like to forget, and be totally serious about it. I mean, let's be real, those are no one's shining years, and I know that's especially true for me. BUT since that would be such an obvious answer...I'll try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually really difficult to think about something that I would completely want to erase from my memory. I mean, even in regards to middle school, if nothing else it makes me really thankful that God grew me up. However, in the interest of the challenge, I've posted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zradtI84Hrw/TYKmAcRa5DI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Gb1N0eC7_gM/s1600/06dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zradtI84Hrw/TYKmAcRa5DI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Gb1N0eC7_gM/s400/06dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585209014412305458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might look at this picture and wonder why I would possibly want to forget what looks like such a great time? You might also wonder when the last time I had taken a shower was, but that's neither here nor there. Truth be told, this is actually a picture from a very hilarious night (and perhaps the only photographic proof of Jordan ever trying to dance). However, just a few short days after this picture was taken, life was going to explode and then continue to suck it up for a few months. That would be the summer of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That summer was terrible for a lot of reasons. One, the summer before was so amazing everything would pale in comparison. Two, we implemented a new leadership structure but forgot to clarify a lot of things and build in a support structure. We had a handful of sketch staff that brought a bad vibe into camp, poor choices made all around (myself included), and just an overall lack of spiritual maturity, leadership, and development going on. Not to mention, we had our ACA inspection that year, which is just stressful. A lot of tears and frustration were the result of that summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No summer at camp is ever perfect, but this one wasn't even close. I find it pretty funny that when we all hang out and reminisce about summers gone by, we all just pretend like 06 never happened..and that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I just thought this next picture was funny and I'd willingly forget the taste of Vita Malt...talk about yucko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qivg2qobKIQ/TYKtqiqi3OI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5tfScVuUiMs/s1600/yuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qivg2qobKIQ/TYKtqiqi3OI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5tfScVuUiMs/s400/yuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585217434264198370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-2815730830564485359?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2815730830564485359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2815730830564485359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2815730830564485359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2815730830564485359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/forget-you.html' title='Forget You'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zradtI84Hrw/TYKmAcRa5DI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Gb1N0eC7_gM/s72-c/06dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-1684870022242394805</id><published>2011-03-15T20:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:20:35.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Go To A Land Down Under</title><content type='html'>Today's challenge, post a picture of somewhere you'd love to travel, was a no brainer. There has been one place I've wanted to go since I was 11 and it's the one place that I want to make sure I spend some time in before I leave this world and that's Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AmMzPcWE9Ng/TYAOenMZ7II/AAAAAAAAAII/st0fZ00l7Lg/s1600/australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AmMzPcWE9Ng/TYAOenMZ7II/AAAAAAAAAII/st0fZ00l7Lg/s400/australia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584479457019292802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fascination with Australia began with a camp counselor I had when I was 11 who was from Australia. I thought she was amazing and she talked about the place so much that I became totally hooked. It grew with Road Rules Australia, which in my opinion was the best season of the show. Then, of course, came Heath Ledger, and the rest is just history. Oh, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Lips Are Sealed&lt;/span&gt; also helped my fascination a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have any plan for when I do get around to visiting some day other than just see as much of the country/continent as possible...and soak up some major sunshine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-1684870022242394805?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1684870022242394805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=1684870022242394805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1684870022242394805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1684870022242394805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/id-go-to-land-down-under.html' title='I&apos;d Go To A Land Down Under'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AmMzPcWE9Ng/TYAOenMZ7II/AAAAAAAAAII/st0fZ00l7Lg/s72-c/australia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5353150611683654830</id><published>2011-03-14T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:12:24.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Have Anything to Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqj_W0yLeYk/TX7Jwpb982I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NMeDBkBiYdo/s1600/asakid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqj_W0yLeYk/TX7Jwpb982I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NMeDBkBiYdo/s400/asakid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584122425580057442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's challenge was to post a picture of yourself as a kid. Well, this is literally the ONLY picture I could post because all of my old pictures are still in Myrtle Beach and even if I had them, I don't have anyway to scan them and post them. So instead, I stole this from my cousin who had it on her facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that's really all I have to say. I have no clue where this picture was taken and I have no memory whatsoever of what was going on. I would say I'm like 3 or 4 and I labeled the people I know. And that's that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5353150611683654830?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5353150611683654830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5353150611683654830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5353150611683654830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5353150611683654830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-have-anything-to-say.html' title='I Don&apos;t Have Anything to Say'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqj_W0yLeYk/TX7Jwpb982I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NMeDBkBiYdo/s72-c/asakid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-7741138191933378941</id><published>2011-03-13T21:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:25:04.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwmtWM5K57U/TX11UCZ5iUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5mJzD04GxGI/s1600/when-i-grow-up-20110207-114953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwmtWM5K57U/TX11UCZ5iUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5mJzD04GxGI/s400/when-i-grow-up-20110207-114953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583748100112615746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll preface this entry by stating that a blog entry about my biggest insecurity is definitely a stretch for  someone who hates being vulnerable and is terrible with emotions, but  I'll do my best to explain myself coherently. I had a hard time even trying to come up with a visual representation for Day 18's challenge, but this is what I settled on so we'll make it work (and it's a book by Weird Al, how awesome is that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the picture above, one might easily assume that my biggest insecurity has to do with what I will do with my life in terms of a job and what the future holds for me professionally. Well, that would be wrong. I don't really have any sort of long term plan or goal in terms of my job simply because as long as I'm happy in the job I'm doing (which I currently am) that's what I'll do and I'll move on when that changes. I know that philosophy doesn't jive with everyone, but it is what it is and the future really isn't up to me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I AM really insecure about is whether or not I'll actually ever fully leverage my life, professionally and otherwise, for the gospel. Or to put it another way, find my purpose and passion and just go all out for it. Here's the thing...I don't really have a niche. I'm decent at plenty of things, but there's never been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; thing I've been a rockstar at (and I am NOT saying that to try to get some sort of compliment). I guess I'm just afraid I'll never understand the exact gifts God's given me and find a way to use them in a way that gives personal fulfillment and kingdom purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm just &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YVQ0jfZqsE"&gt;as worn out as a lady can get&lt;/a&gt; about talking about my feelings, so I'm gonna go get a cookie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-7741138191933378941?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7741138191933378941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=7741138191933378941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7741138191933378941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7741138191933378941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwmtWM5K57U/TX11UCZ5iUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5mJzD04GxGI/s72-c/when-i-grow-up-20110207-114953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-307359311537464117</id><published>2011-03-12T22:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:00:54.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's on the Spectrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_iM2TdOj7U/TXw7cLFfCuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vGyvz8Orj0U/s1600/autism_awareness_by_thisfleshavenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_iM2TdOj7U/TXw7cLFfCuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vGyvz8Orj0U/s400/autism_awareness_by_thisfleshavenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583402993230744290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this time last year, I was kind of hating my life, professionally speaking. Among many contributing factors, was the fact that I was supposed to be getting ready to run a summer camp that I knew NOTHING about and couldn't even fake it with passion or excitement. I had never worked specifically with children with special needs before and I had never felt particularly called to serve that population. I was incredibly overwhelmed by feelings of inadequacy (and ignorance, to be honest) and burning the candle at both ends with other work related things that I didn't even want to think about camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until about week 6 (of 8) that it all finally clicked for me, and as He tends to do, God changed my heart pretty drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally hit me just how important the work I was doing was to the families we served. I realized that it really wasn't about having all of the knowledge or skills (which are helpful, yes, but not the most important), but more about learning how to love kids for exactly who they are. It doesn't matter if they might not be able to talk, or if they head butt you right in the chin and you think your jaw is broken, or if you have to chase them across the upper fields while they're stark naked, or if they curse you out using names of foods. It does matter that they are loved and accepted, that we dance and laugh a lot, that we foster friendships, that we help kids discover words, and that we end every single day with the YMCA song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Camp G.R.A.C.E. has been a pretty important part of my life since then and as this summer is approaching, I am oozing with excitement. I cannot wait to be back into camp mode and spend time with all of my AMAZING kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-307359311537464117?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/307359311537464117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=307359311537464117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/307359311537464117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/307359311537464117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/everybodys-on-spectrum.html' title='Everybody&apos;s on the Spectrum'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_iM2TdOj7U/TXw7cLFfCuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vGyvz8Orj0U/s72-c/autism_awareness_by_thisfleshavenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4688368071055158382</id><published>2011-03-10T20:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:55:46.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtzDBj4Ezrc/TXmMohjhoZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Mp0f0YNWAiU/s1600/meandbritt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtzDBj4Ezrc/TXmMohjhoZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Mp0f0YNWAiU/s400/meandbritt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582647840932471186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is really funny about how He develops relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to not like the girl in this picture so much. When I first met her, I thought she was an obnoxious 16 year old (which she was, to be honest) and I told her so (probably not my nicest moment ever). I never would have thought that a couple of years later she would become one of my dearest friends and favorite people in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Brittany came to Winthrop my senior year, I was pretty worried I wouldn't be able to handle her being around all the time. To say she is high energy is an understatement, and that's just exhausting to a person like me. Despite my feelings towards her, Brittany still wanted to be my friend, which is a huge testament to the type of person she is- loving and welcoming. In fact, she enlisted me as her "life mentor" (her words, not mine) and we started meeting on a weekly basis and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany is one of the most loving people I know. She has a million friends and really does care about them. She makes you feel like you're awesome even when you're not and the way she has grown in her relationship with the Lord over the past few years is truly an inspiration to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany is still kind of crazy and she practically knocks me over every time I see her, but I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4688368071055158382?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4688368071055158382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4688368071055158382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4688368071055158382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4688368071055158382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/god-is-really-funny-about-how-he.html' title=''/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtzDBj4Ezrc/TXmMohjhoZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Mp0f0YNWAiU/s72-c/meandbritt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6773578291311699089</id><published>2011-03-09T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:06:42.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway There</title><content type='html'>It's day 15 of the 30 day blog challenge, which means I'm halfway done.  To be honest, it is kind of sad because, while none of the challenges have been especially life altering, I've enjoyed having to take a few minutes out of my day to think specifically about the challenge at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's challenge is something you want to do before you die. I've never really sat down and made a "bucket list" (although I think it's a great idea), so I don't really have a readily available list of things to choose from for today, which is almost harder than having to narrow down options. I have several places I'd like to go (which I think is a later challenge), but only one thing really came to mind that I feel like I need to do before I die, and that's write a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted writing my first book in the 3rd grade, dabbled in a few other writing ventures in middle and high school, but my freshman year in Psych 101 I got the inspiration for the book I actually want to write. It spawned from learning about a rare condition called Prosopagnosia, which is a long word for an inability to recognize faces. Despite all of the warnings I received about how psychology would challenge my faith, it never did anything but point out ever so clearly the human condition and man's need for God. All that to say, I'd like the book to be about factors in life/the world that keep us from recognizing the face of God. There's a book in that thought somewhere, I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOdykT6D2jk/TXhN7OmkMZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6fgJ5OqN014/s1600/mona_lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOdykT6D2jk/TXhN7OmkMZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6fgJ5OqN014/s400/mona_lisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582297418053202322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-6773578291311699089?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6773578291311699089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6773578291311699089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6773578291311699089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6773578291311699089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/halfway-there.html' title='Halfway There'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOdykT6D2jk/TXhN7OmkMZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6fgJ5OqN014/s72-c/mona_lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-678079835749627851</id><published>2011-03-08T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:07:59.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Would Suck Without...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd49FafgfLo/TXb6ZvRnRJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_wMAOttRNyc/s1600/n45500063_31570442_3551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd49FafgfLo/TXb6ZvRnRJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_wMAOttRNyc/s400/n45500063_31570442_3551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581924108266325138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Katie Simmons. She's amazing and we're going camping in April and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; wait. Katie and I crossed paths quite randomly about a month into freshman year at Winthrop. We lived on the same hall in the Nance and she was mutual friends with the girl across the hall who knocked on my door one Saturday morning and asked if I'd want to be roommates (Maggie Carnes). So as Maggie and I were moving into our room, Katie and Erica helped out and we were more or less inseparable for four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Katie and I make a pretty dynamic duo. We led an awesome "eat-vangelism" seminar for Cru, helped the Nance dance during flag football season, dressed up like crazy people and ran around campus in the middle of the night, fulfilled intense cheeseburger cravings on random afternoons, decided we'd run in March, made many a resolution to stop being sarcastic and failed horribly, laughed a lot, talked about Jesus a lot, and decided that the world would overall be better if people listened to us. She's just a person that I love to spend time with and I get sort of miserable when I go too long without getting a KTS fix. Here's to you, Lil Katie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-678079835749627851?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/678079835749627851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=678079835749627851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/678079835749627851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/678079835749627851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-would-suck-without.html' title='My Life Would Suck Without...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd49FafgfLo/TXb6ZvRnRJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_wMAOttRNyc/s72-c/n45500063_31570442_3551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2936792614538865230</id><published>2011-03-07T18:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:59:12.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the only way to find your life is to lay your own life down...</title><content type='html'>...and I believe it's an easy price for the life that we have found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been far too easy, not to mention obvious, to select Billy Joel or Hanson as the subject of today's challenge post: a picture of your favorite band or artist. And although my love for both is rooted deeply into my childhood, I'm going to go with an artist that not only satisfies my pallet musically, but also is good for my soul, and yours too if you give him a listen. So here it goes, I present you with: Andrew Peterson (in illustrated form, done by my friend Stephen Crotts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4W3_cgu43BI/TXVrCARu9XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BDRT8gbynb8/s1600/AndrewPeterson-Curator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4W3_cgu43BI/TXVrCARu9XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BDRT8gbynb8/s400/AndrewPeterson-Curator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581484995373888882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first introduced to Andrew Peterson my freshman year of college by my friend Rique. We were driving around in his car, as we did in those days, and he stopped and wanted me to listen the song "Silence of God." Secretly, I think he wanted me to cry because I had told him prior to this that I wasn't much of a crier, and while I didn't cry that night, Andy Pete has moved me to tears many a time since then. After that night, I was completely hooked and have been a huge fan ever since. I love the way that he weaves the stories of scripture into his music and the honesty with which he writes. Not to mention, his is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; Christmas album that should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; be played out of season because it's all about Jesus and that's good all year long. Check him out, you won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-2936792614538865230?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2936792614538865230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2936792614538865230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2936792614538865230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2936792614538865230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/only-way-to-find-your-life-is-to-lay.html' title='the only way to find your life is to lay your own life down...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4W3_cgu43BI/TXVrCARu9XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BDRT8gbynb8/s72-c/AndrewPeterson-Curator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-8379378139749582769</id><published>2011-03-06T17:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:12:37.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30 Day Challenge (Day 12): A Picture of Something You Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet,sweet sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny to be writing about how much I LOVE sunshine, when it's such an incredibly gray and rainy day outside. But then again, if we didn't have gray and rainy days, I wouldn't have a chance to remember how much I love the sun and to be thankful for it when it's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sunshine for many reasons: it puts people in a good mood, it keeps things warm, it makes things look prettier, it goes into my skin and makes me look less pasty, and when it shines through the clouds there just isn't a doubt in my mind that something much bigger than myself has something to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't discriminate in my love for the sun either. I'll take it as a sunrise (ha, like the 2 times in my life I've been awake for that) or a sunset, as seen below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPzd6emGDSc/TXQO-qif4qI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NZSXokDBIYk/s1600/100_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPzd6emGDSc/TXQO-qif4qI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NZSXokDBIYk/s400/100_0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581102307952550562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll take it on a gorgeous beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETGGFc5jqQY/TXQPUbbg9jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VCFXNYl81xw/s1600/beachfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETGGFc5jqQY/TXQPUbbg9jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VCFXNYl81xw/s400/beachfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581102681853851186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or driving in my car with the sunroof open, reading a book on a blanket, taking a walk, hanging out with friends on the lawn, whatever. As long as I get to be in it, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if all else fails and there just isn't sunshine to be had, I have a whole playlist of music that makes me feel like I'm in the sun, so I'm covered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-8379378139749582769?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8379378139749582769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=8379378139749582769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8379378139749582769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8379378139749582769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All You Need Is Love'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPzd6emGDSc/TXQO-qif4qI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NZSXokDBIYk/s72-c/100_0884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4501172607807544630</id><published>2011-03-04T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:49:31.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yucko</title><content type='html'>So today's challenge is to post a picture of something you hate. Hate is a pretty strong word, but I would say I have pretty strong feelings towards today's subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet. They are nasty. I like my feet alright and I like baby feet and I like being barefoot, but other than that keep your gross, yucko feet to yourself. And that's just all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_r3ReKqf9FQ/TXHAmsDCQQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Du3EjhOvqTY/s1600/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_r3ReKqf9FQ/TXHAmsDCQQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Du3EjhOvqTY/s400/feet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580453184180207874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are not my feet. I found them on google.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4501172607807544630?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4501172607807544630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4501172607807544630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4501172607807544630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4501172607807544630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/yucko.html' title='Yucko'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_r3ReKqf9FQ/TXHAmsDCQQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Du3EjhOvqTY/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-990356725163553003</id><published>2011-03-03T23:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:33:30.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Messed Up</title><content type='html'>Today's challenge is to post a picture of the person you do the most messed up stuff with. That's a very odd way to phrase the challenge, but I'll take it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people popped into my mind for this one, and I'll indulge in breaking the rules tonight because I don't have the mental energy at the moment to pick just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, is my friend Petra (she's the old woman in the picture below). I love her. She has terrible luck so she always has the craziest stories and when we get together, our brains combine and create very interesting ways to entertain ourselves (which is not hard for either of us, as we're very easily entertained). Of all of my friends, I would say Petra and I "get" each other better than anyone else and we've had many a late night trip to Wal-Mart, spontaneous singing and dance parties, and so much more (I'm blanking on any awesome examples at the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HCzm0et8aM/TXBokt1i9YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VGyVGYoMe6Q/s1600/DSCF0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HCzm0et8aM/TXBokt1i9YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VGyVGYoMe6Q/s400/DSCF0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580074918300808578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, is my college roommate Maggie. Sometimes I feel like we make an odd pair as she's typically the one doing full of some idea that we simply MUST do and she has an amazing way of getting people to just along with her crazy. I don't know how she does it, but I've been a victim (sometimes begrudgingly) to her persuasive messed up ways on more than one occasion. But my life would not be the same without her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmsOfn085dc/TXBrBoeSGdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V41jUYtjy5M/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmsOfn085dc/TXBrBoeSGdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V41jUYtjy5M/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580077614100519378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a closing thought, I also chose these two ladies because they are the least likely to hold it against me if I ever were to make a truly messed up decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-990356725163553003?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/990356725163553003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=990356725163553003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/990356725163553003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/990356725163553003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/thats-messed-up.html' title='That&apos;s Messed Up'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HCzm0et8aM/TXBokt1i9YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VGyVGYoMe6Q/s72-c/DSCF0731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4946797850963561718</id><published>2011-03-02T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:33:06.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Are There To Help You</title><content type='html'>I never cease to be overwhelmed with thankfulness for all the relationships the Lord has blessed me with. He has abundantly provided me with amazing friends and mentors in my life and there is a whole community of people who I could easily look to and say they've gotten me through the most (the topic of today's challenge). Despite difficult times, I can honestly say that I've never had to bear burdens alone, and that has nothing to do with me deserving it and everything to do with Jesus looking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that being said, I'm posting the below picture of two my dearest and longest friends: Jordan and Petra. We have all three been friends since we were 16ish and have seen each other at the best and worst. We've traveled the world together, prayed together, cried together, caused trouble together, grown up together, made mistakes together, celebrated successes together, shared life together. I love them both in very different ways and our relationships look very different. They have different strengths, gifts and passions, and I love that. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjcTncAZ84E/TW8LnjBRqlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jfce4w3YmZ0/s1600/peru%2521%2B105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjcTncAZ84E/TW8LnjBRqlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jfce4w3YmZ0/s400/peru%2521%2B105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579691237378730578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4946797850963561718?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4946797850963561718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4946797850963561718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4946797850963561718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4946797850963561718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/friends-are-there-to-help-you.html' title='Friends Are There To Help You'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjcTncAZ84E/TW8LnjBRqlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jfce4w3YmZ0/s72-c/peru%2521%2B105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-874657886747495675</id><published>2011-03-01T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:58:04.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Ma, It's a Giant Acorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1B9SkyyEEg/TW2xHiT0rbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LE7RtxUbYW0/s1600/DSC_0046%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1B9SkyyEEg/TW2xHiT0rbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LE7RtxUbYW0/s400/DSC_0046%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579310256409062834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go through all of my pictures and come across tons of funny pictures, but this one always makes me smile. This was taken in Fall 2008 and it's hilarious because Jordan took this without any of us knowing, but there we are, staring up at a giant acorn like it was the coolest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1B9SkyyEEg/TW2xHiT0rbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LE7RtxUbYW0/s1600/DSC_0046%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-874657886747495675?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/874657886747495675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=874657886747495675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/874657886747495675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/874657886747495675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-ma-its-giant-acorn.html' title='Look Ma, It&apos;s a Giant Acorn'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1B9SkyyEEg/TW2xHiT0rbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LE7RtxUbYW0/s72-c/DSC_0046%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-9122711717550556656</id><published>2011-02-28T23:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:32:42.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also"</title><content type='html'>This verse, Matthew 6:21, has always been extremely convicting to me. Mainly because there are a lot of things that I "love" and that I too often put too much stock in things that aren't Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your treasure is whatever you value, cherish, focus on, invest in. If someone were to look at my daily schedule or my bank account, I don't think anyone's first thought would be "She loves Jesus" (in fact, their first thought would mostly likely be "She loves Chic-fil-A"). I have to repeatedly bring this verse to mind and remember that my first thoughts, my time, my interests, my talents, my money, everything needs to have kingdom purpose. I'm definitely not perfect at this, but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, today's challenge is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;post a picture of your most treasured item&lt;/span&gt;. I unfortunately tend to develop sentimental attachments to a lot of things and, sadly, I like a lot of the stuff I have, so narrowing it down was hard. I decided however, to go with something that I've had for a very long time and that I never leave home without. It's simple and kind of silly, but that's just kind of who I am I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjtGqumO7og/TWyDz-g3hyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/C9F9AYoc0CM/s1600/IMG_2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjtGqumO7og/TWyDz-g3hyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/C9F9AYoc0CM/s400/IMG_2456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578978967382624034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her poor nose is worn from years of travel in many a purse, but the mirror has held up and I still have the comb that came with this precious compact my dad got me when I was like 3. I don't actually utilize this a whole lot, but it's nice to carry a piece of childhood around with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/DCIM/106CANON/IMG_2456.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-9122711717550556656?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9122711717550556656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=9122711717550556656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/9122711717550556656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/9122711717550556656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-where-your-treasure-is-there-your.html' title='&quot;For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also&quot;'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjtGqumO7og/TWyDz-g3hyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/C9F9AYoc0CM/s72-c/IMG_2456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-965780150821573221</id><published>2011-02-27T23:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:59:39.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, A Challenge</title><content type='html'>Thus far in this 30 day challenge, I haven't been too particularly challenged. Yes, I may have been required to narrow some things down or pick favorites where a favorite just isn't possible, but nothing I would consider a real challenge. But today's challenge is this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;post a picture of the person you would switch places with for a day&lt;/span&gt;. That's not hard or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people I definitely wouldn't switch places with like President Obama or Charlie Sheen. I could try to pick a big-name do-gooder (or a small name do-gooder) and make myself look good. I've got some pretty cool friends who are a lot better at stuff than me, so it could be fun to switch places with them. I've had some pretty awesome mentors, teachers, and professors over the years, many of whom I claim I want to be like when I grow up. Or I could choose Katie Holmes because people think I look like her and I'm sure she gets really tired of people stopping and asking her if she knows that she looks like me, so that could just be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard choice and it's getting late, so I'm just going to pick someone (and avoid making any sort of real or inspirational choice), and it comes from one of my favorite movies: Ferris Bueller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtLKy0h8KZM/TWspz8YxH-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VAMPgkncDuY/s1600/ferris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtLKy0h8KZM/TWspz8YxH-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VAMPgkncDuY/s400/ferris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578598535788568546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure he may be a bit of a liar and a sneak, but his intentions are good and he just wants to live life to the fullest and bring his friends along for the ride. Plus, he sings in a parade. Sounds like a good day to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/DCIM/106CANON/IMG_2455.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-965780150821573221?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/965780150821573221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=965780150821573221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/965780150821573221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/965780150821573221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally-challenge.html' title='Finally, A Challenge'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtLKy0h8KZM/TWspz8YxH-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VAMPgkncDuY/s72-c/ferris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5649239676580520663</id><published>2011-02-27T22:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:12:46.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Schwasted"</title><content type='html'>There just  isn't anything better than spending time with people that you love and who love you just the way you are. I'm very fortunate to be friends with a lot of amazing women who are just good with who they are and when we all get together, good times happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I had the chance to spend some QT with these ladies as we celebrated our dear friend Traci's upcoming wedding. And thus the source for my day 5 of my challenge: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post a picture of your night&lt;/span&gt;. This is actually going to be a picture from the afternoon, because I like it best out of all the pictures we took :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C63GGQoimDA/TWseQzq5yMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5ojWKkEVke8/s1600/IMG_2421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C63GGQoimDA/TWseQzq5yMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5ojWKkEVke8/s400/IMG_2421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578585837525387458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An additional side note: No one was actually "schwasted" at any point during the weekend, some people just don't have filters and that makes me laugh. The below quotes are testament to that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: How often do you dance by yourself in front of the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: Everyday...and in front of my grandma. She likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12:56 Sunday morning, after hanging out in Charleston all night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: I have to leave at like 7:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Well why don't you go brush your teeth and put yourself to bed?&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: I forgot my toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;Traci: Didn't you brush your teeth this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: No, I just scratched. I never get cavities. Praise God! I have good saliva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca, we are VERY glad you were a part of the weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5649239676580520663?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5649239676580520663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5649239676580520663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5649239676580520663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5649239676580520663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-schwasted.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Schwasted&quot;'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C63GGQoimDA/TWseQzq5yMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5ojWKkEVke8/s72-c/IMG_2421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-8972109008400444534</id><published>2011-02-27T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:37:25.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And thus commences a posting overload</title><content type='html'>Given that I spent the weekend gallivanting around Chucktown, SC with some of my favorite people, I've gotten quite behind on my 30 Day Challenge, which is simply unacceptable for a serious blogger like me. So, I guess I ought to start playing catch up and make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3o Day Challenge Day 4:&lt;/span&gt; Your Favorite Memory&lt;br /&gt;(I'm switching days 4 and 5 because I was in a car most of Friday night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8jDoW1TOUs/TWsSV1pzMhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xj_ph35O6mA/s1600/chaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8jDoW1TOUs/TWsSV1pzMhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xj_ph35O6mA/s400/chaco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578572729817444882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not trade my 12 summers at Rockfish for anything in the whole wide world. Camp is where I grew up, it's what I lived for, it was strangely always changing but ever so consistent amongst all sorts of crazy transitions in life. It's where I met some of my best and most cherished friends. I had lots of adventures, celebrated a lot of birthdays, dunked a lot of kids in mud, praised Jesus, grew in my faith, laughed a lot, cried a lot, and bled a little. This picture is from my "tied for best" summer ever at Rockfish. The leadership team met every morning before breakfast and often got into some sort of mischief before Gene would show up, but this particular morning, we just decided to take this picture and it makes my heart happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8866023-8972109008400444534?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8972109008400444534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=8972109008400444534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8972109008400444534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8972109008400444534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-thus-commences-posting-overload.html' title='And thus commences a posting overload'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8jDoW1TOUs/TWsSV1pzMhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xj_ph35O6mA/s72-c/chaco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6561956716868632716</id><published>2011-02-24T23:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:39:57.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus Post</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that I have about 13 things I need to be doing rather than doing a SECOND post in one day, I said I would blog this, so I need to keep my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend married a wonderful guy named Brian, who I'm lucky enough to have as a friend. Despite many attempts to be funny, Brian is only genuinely funny about 37% of the time. This works to his advantage because when he really is funny, I feel compelled to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a paraphrase of a story Brian told us tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So the past few nights I've been having these dreams where I'm choking people. And I keep squeezing but they just won't die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert raised eyebrows and lots of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, they're always bad guys, but, I don't know, it was all in outer  space and stuff and man, Justin Bieber just wouldn't die...and he was causing trouble on my space ship."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-6561956716868632716?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6561956716868632716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6561956716868632716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6561956716868632716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6561956716868632716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/bonus-post.html' title='Bonus Post'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4705385240426609783</id><published>2011-02-24T22:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:12:27.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Met Your Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 Day Challenge (Day 3): &lt;/span&gt;Post a picture of the cast of your favorite TV show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me, knows that I love TV and that there are many shows that I love in a lot of different ways for a lot of different reasons. I could very easily cop out and post several pictures from different shows, but in the interest of being a challenge purist, I shall narrow it down to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to complete today's challenge, after much thought and discernment, I am officially making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt; my favorite TV show. In thinking about all of the shows that I watch pretty regularly (and enjoy regularly), I have never seen an episode of HIMYM that I haven't loved. I've had a love/hate relationship with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt; this season, I get too emotionally involved with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parenthood&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt; can be hit or miss, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Family&lt;/span&gt; is close, but ultimately &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt; is where it's at. It's consistently hilarious and there isn't an unlikeable character on the show. And I may or may not have a crush on Marshall, who is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3uyRnT6kb4/TWcrwL4ImrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FntpB-47ApU/s1600/how-i-met-your-mother-cast-how-i-met-your-mother-791248_1280_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3uyRnT6kb4/TWcrwL4ImrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FntpB-47ApU/s400/how-i-met-your-mother-cast-how-i-met-your-mother-791248_1280_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577474770343598770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4705385240426609783?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4705385240426609783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4705385240426609783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4705385240426609783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4705385240426609783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-i-met-your-mother.html' title='How I Met Your Mother'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3uyRnT6kb4/TWcrwL4ImrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FntpB-47ApU/s72-c/how-i-met-your-mother-cast-how-i-met-your-mother-791248_1280_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2868133376385360501</id><published>2011-02-23T22:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:15:07.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lasting Love (30 Day Challenge: Day 2)</title><content type='html'>So here I am, day 2 of my thirty day blog challenge. I only have an hour left to meet my deadline and my brain is quickly losing power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's challenge:&lt;/span&gt; A picture of you with someone you've been close with for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcpNRPxE7fc/TWXYeke7zwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ftQZCUFgzM0/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcpNRPxE7fc/TWXYeke7zwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ftQZCUFgzM0/s400/IMG_0952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577101733269327618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I chose this picture for a very strategic purpose--it fulfills the challenge, not once, but twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jordan and I this past summer at the Hanson concert. We have been best pals for almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 years&lt;/span&gt; now! We met when we were 15 at Camp Rockfish, and became BFFs while knocking a tree down on the Great Adventure. We both wanted to lead the group, but not alone, so we opted to do it together and that's just been the story ever since. We have had a lot of random adventures since then and I thank Jesus for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the second fulfillment of the challenge, I have loved those boys on that t-shirt for about 15 years now. And you just don't forget your first love. I will shamelessly listen to Hanson until I die and will go to blows with anyone who wants to give me crap for it :)&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/8866023-2868133376385360501?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2868133376385360501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2868133376385360501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2868133376385360501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2868133376385360501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/30-day-challenge-day-2.html' title='Long Lasting Love (30 Day Challenge: Day 2)'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcpNRPxE7fc/TWXYeke7zwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ftQZCUFgzM0/s72-c/IMG_0952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-3730923931191064333</id><published>2011-02-22T22:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:48:59.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge Accepted</title><content type='html'>My friends know me so well. My dear friend &lt;a href="http://ktbindc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie B.&lt;/a&gt; posted on her blog about a 30 Day Blog Challenge that she knew I couldn't resist. Several years ago, a similar challenge resulted in the "100 Things You May or May Not Know About Me " post (which I should revisit, because I think it's probably somewhat outdated), which was lots of fun, and I'm excited because I am always looking for ways to increase my blog output. So here it goes, for the next 30 days I shall be completing some form of challenge and posting it on my blog. I have no idea what that will consist of, since I just found out about this like 15 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 Day Challenge--Day 1:&lt;/span&gt; A picture of yourself with 15 facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxT8EaZnbs/TWR7k0WQWVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/POTikGTHwkM/s1600/IMG_2290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxT8EaZnbs/TWR7k0WQWVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/POTikGTHwkM/s400/IMG_2290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576718111049013586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. My favorite color is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. My bookshelf is slowing collecting more and more children's books.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am terrible at making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;4. I play as a major component of my job.&lt;br /&gt;5. My favorite song on Just Dance 2 is "Hey Ya" unless I'm playing with Meredith, in which case  it's "Girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;6. I mentor a hilarious and adorable 7 year old girl, who makes my heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a poinsettia from Christmas still in my living room and I just don't know what to do with it...feels wrong to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate feet.&lt;br /&gt;9. I LOVE living by myself.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have known my best friend since I was 15 and I love that she just lives one mile down the road.&lt;br /&gt;11. I haven't been home to Myrtle Beach in over a year (I have seen my family though).&lt;br /&gt;12. Over the past few years I have started collecting owl things, but I'm kind of particular about it, so don't go getting me owl stuff and make me the girl with the weird owl collection.&lt;br /&gt;13. I LOVE kettle corn, especially from the state fair.&lt;br /&gt;14. My favorite character on "How I Met Your Mother" is Marshall. He's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;15. Sunshine and Diet Coke always make me happy.&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/8866023-3730923931191064333?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3730923931191064333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=3730923931191064333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3730923931191064333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3730923931191064333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/challenge-accepted.html' title='Challenge Accepted'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxT8EaZnbs/TWR7k0WQWVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/POTikGTHwkM/s72-c/IMG_2290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5465025070446262510</id><published>2011-02-19T22:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:48:18.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfectly Fulfilling Saturday</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning at 4:00am. Then again at 5:00am. Then again, and for good, at 8:00. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; the plan for my first Saturday to sleep in in about a month. But nonetheless, that was what happened. Distraught by my inability to fall back asleep, I decided not to waste a perfectly good breakfast hour and to make chocolate chip pancakes. This isn't exactly abnormal on a Saturday for me, just usually it's more like lunch time before I get any sort of ambition :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just the beginning of what would turn out to be an amazing and random collection of entertainment on this beautiful, sunshiney Saturday. Jordan and I had big plans for the rest of the day since both the Wake County Library Booksale AND Roller Derby were going on at the State Fairgrounds. But when we pulled up, we discovered that the flea market was also open. BONUS. There is really nothing like putting yourself smackdab in the middle of three niche populations all in one day. Good people watching was not lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was full of successes as I found this awesome treasure (see below) for my friend Neela at the flea market:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z5f6Y3umQU/TWCMIg2314I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8adaxX6t4Rs/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z5f6Y3umQU/TWCMIg2314I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8adaxX6t4Rs/s400/DSC_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575610416571602818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added several great works of literature to my book collection for a whopping 12 bucks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5Zmt3PAIG4/TWCM_6mvj0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/HDT0xkLJA-c/s1600/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5Zmt3PAIG4/TWCM_6mvj0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/HDT0xkLJA-c/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575611368376078146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I discovered that I enjoyed roller derby as much as I thought I would and may or may not have spent some time pricing skates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehQFMtPlhKM/TWCNmOLZB1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JKjRb1EPyDY/s1600/DSC_0167%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehQFMtPlhKM/TWCNmOLZB1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JKjRb1EPyDY/s400/DSC_0167%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575612026465093458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd put my Saturday's awesomeness up against yours anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5465025070446262510?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5465025070446262510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5465025070446262510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5465025070446262510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5465025070446262510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/perfectly-fulfilling-saturday.html' title='A Perfectly Fulfilling Saturday'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z5f6Y3umQU/TWCMIg2314I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8adaxX6t4Rs/s72-c/DSC_0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-3956486163540524516</id><published>2011-02-07T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:14:31.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You Didn't Know...</title><content type='html'>Justin Bieber was present at the March on Washington with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently have been out of the know on this subject in all my years, but today at mentoring S set me straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our reading tonight, we started a story about the March on Washington that took place in 1963. Let's just say tonight was not our best night and we used the ENTIRE hour to read the story and do our questions. As the final part of our response questions, S was supposed to draw a picture of what she thought it would have been like to be at the march back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her picture began with a tall sky-scraper with lots of windows that she insisted was the Lincoln Memorial. She then drew a person, which apparently was me, labeled with a B for Ms. Brooke. Right next to me she drew another person. Upon trying to label this person with the appropriate letter, she looks at me and says, "Do you have a boyfriend?" I told her I did not and with a look of disappointment she says "Well if you did have a boyfriend, what would his name be?" I told her I that I couldn't possibly know the name of someone I didn't know. She then proceeds to put a big J on top of the second person. I asked her what his name was and she says, oh so matter of factly, "Justin Bieber. And you're holding his hand." Then she broke out with "Baby, baby, baby, OH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I don't think she really understood the assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-3956486163540524516?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3956486163540524516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=3956486163540524516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3956486163540524516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3956486163540524516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-case-you-didnt-know.html' title='In Case You Didn&apos;t Know...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-1680047664805489137</id><published>2011-01-31T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:34:42.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Monday Night</title><content type='html'>I spend my Monday evenings with one of the most hilarious 7 year old girls in the world. Despite the fact that I have to say the world "focus" about 20 times in our hour together, she makes me laugh. Here are some fun thoughts from my girl today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When asked to use the word "construction" in a sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's ask the construction boys (looks at me and smiles), I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;, to build us a refrigerator, and Ms. Brooke...as a robot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When listing the contractions "she's" and "he's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's goes first because girls always go first" Then breaks out singing "We are sisters, we stand together" in a 7 year old gospel singer voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-1680047664805489137?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1680047664805489137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=1680047664805489137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1680047664805489137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1680047664805489137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-monday-night.html' title='Just a Monday Night'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-3546687646132942836</id><published>2011-01-24T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:06:48.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Can't Not Make You Happy</title><content type='html'>Somethings just make my heart happy...and help explain my childhood :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eFJ2jxIe4CQ" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-3546687646132942836?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3546687646132942836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=3546687646132942836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3546687646132942836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3546687646132942836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-cant-not-make-you-happy.html' title='This Can&apos;t Not Make You Happy'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eFJ2jxIe4CQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-1966542793423077448</id><published>2011-01-01T13:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:24:24.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Things I'd Like To Do In Twenty-Eleven</title><content type='html'>Some people call them resolutions, some people call them goals, but I shall call them items on my to-do list for 2011. I am not above being a little cheesy and cliche and pretending like a new year means I'll suddenly have the commitment and motivation to accomplish the things on my list :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 2011 I would like to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take advantage of what Raleigh has to offer. I'm half way through my 3rd year living here and I feel like there are a lot of things I have yet to see and do (parks, events, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take a class just for fun (I'm thinking ballroom dancing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get involved volunteering with something that has nothing to do with the Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Run a 5k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to the Outer Banks. Preferably camp there, but I'm not dead set on that. It's been over 10 years since I've been and I've been talking about it for at least 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Put a dent in my stationary collection and support one of my favorite government agencies, the US Postal Service, by writing more letters (send addresses if you want one!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Read the entire Narnia series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to the midnight showing of the very last Harry Potter movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Read the bible in 90 days (it can be done, I know people who've done it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cook and share meals with people more frequently (let me know if you want dinner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Give more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company is welcome on any of these items, so let me know...applications can be sent via e-mail :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Here's to 2011!&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/8866023-1966542793423077448?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1966542793423077448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=1966542793423077448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1966542793423077448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1966542793423077448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2011/01/11-things-id-like-to-do-in-twenty.html' title='11 Things I&apos;d Like To Do In Twenty-Eleven'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2999925540760483059</id><published>2010-12-31T18:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:53:39.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Thoughts on 2010</title><content type='html'>It only seems appropriate that I should attempt to make some sort of final post, recapping the year and thinking about all of the ways I have grown and changed over the past year, so I will give it a shot. Here are some things I did in 2010 (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read a lot. Mostly children's literature, but some grown up stuff too. I also learned that I regret not ever reading Little Women or Anne of Green Gables as a little girl, but thankful that I got around to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw LOTS of my friends get married. 6 weddings in fact (Jenn &amp;amp; JD, Brooke &amp;amp; Matt, Wes &amp;amp; Sarah, Stephen &amp;amp; Erica, Jordan &amp;amp; Brian, and Mandy &amp;amp; Jeremy). One being my best friend's, at which I was more or less an emotional nut-job for most of it :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found a new small group that I love, officially joined my church, moved to the new campus of The Summit, and took up post holding babies in the nursery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was on the most losing-est (but most fun) teams ever on the Finley Director's Retreat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rekindled relationships with some family members I hadn't seen in too long and said goodbye to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I helped raise half a million dollars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went on a cruise and have decided it is the best way to vacation if you really just want to get away from normal life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I moved into a very cute apartment and decided to live by myself...and LOVE it. I just recently committed to hanging things on the wall finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ran a camp for children with special needs and learned a lot about what love looks like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent some sweet summer time in NYC with one of my favorite people ever, Brittany Brock and was encouraged by how far she's come since I've known her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I celebrated Memorial Day with Mags in DC and re-realized I will always have a soft spot in my heart for the military.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dealt with my first semi-major car issues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent one hour a week with one of the funniest children on the face of the earth and saw her go from barely knowing her alphabet to reading books!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made peach cobbler for the first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I celebrated the 4th of July in true American fashion: at a baseball game eating a hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was continually reminded about how I am lucky to have so many great people in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw one of my friends grieve a serious loss and prayed a lot for her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw Hanson in concert with my BFF and fell in love with them all over again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rolled a giant hamster ball down a hill, as part of my job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had several spontaneous life chats with girls at work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched Teen Witch at least 6 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I set up my first Christmas tree on my own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought a lot about what I should be doing with my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I blogged 30 times...this post will make 31.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things happened and I'm sure I'm a slightly different person now then I was at this time last year, but that's what I've got for now. So 2010,  you've been swell, I raise my glass to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-2999925540760483059?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2999925540760483059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2999925540760483059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2999925540760483059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2999925540760483059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/closing-thoughts-on-2010.html' title='Closing Thoughts on 2010'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6285723633076775771</id><published>2010-12-30T23:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:48:39.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Suspense</title><content type='html'>I love that there are some things, no matter how expected and normal they may be, that can still evoke a sense of suspense in me. Like birthdays or the ending of a favorite movie or book. It's the same thing time after time, but still there is a sense of excitement as it approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I experienced some everyday suspense by way of a sunset. The sun sets everyday, and on the days I take the time to notice, I almost always stop to soak it in and think about how good God is. Today, the sunset's sense of suspense was heightened by the fact that while I was driving west on 440, it was mostly hidden from me by trees. All I needed to do was get around the curve and what was currently a hint of pink clouds would be revealed as a full, orange, setting sun that would take up the whole horizon. That curve, however, just didn't seem to end. I kept driving, speeding up unintentionally trying to get a better look. Eventually, I rounded the bend and I was not disappointed. Beautiful. I'm thankful for moments like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hear the sun rises every morning and the experience can be equally as exciting, but we all know mornings just aren't my thing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-6285723633076775771?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6285723633076775771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6285723633076775771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6285723633076775771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6285723633076775771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/everyday-suspense.html' title='Everyday Suspense'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2705906703668095927</id><published>2010-12-20T22:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:46:06.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Deep The Father's Love For Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How deep the Father's love for us&lt;br /&gt;How vast beyond all measure&lt;br /&gt;That He should give His only son&lt;br /&gt;And make a wretch His treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great the pain of searing loss&lt;br /&gt;The Father turns His face away&lt;br /&gt;As wounds which mar the chosen one&lt;br /&gt;Bring many sons to glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the man upon the cross&lt;br /&gt;My sin upon His shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed I hear my mocking voice&lt;br /&gt;Call out among the scoffers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my sin that held him there&lt;br /&gt;Until it was accomplished&lt;br /&gt;His dying breath has brought me life&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not boast in anything&lt;br /&gt;No gifts, no power, no wisdom&lt;br /&gt;But I will boast in Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;His death and resurrection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I gain from His reward&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give an answer&lt;br /&gt;But this I know with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;His wounds have paid my ransom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;Sometimes (ok, most of the time) I just need to think about this and forget about the other stuff. Some songs just cut deep...in a good way.&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&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/8866023-2705906703668095927?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2705906703668095927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2705906703668095927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2705906703668095927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2705906703668095927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-deep-fathers-love-for-us.html' title='How Deep The Father&apos;s Love For Us'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6226113868608554766</id><published>2010-12-14T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:10:22.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses of Hope</title><content type='html'>Despite my best intentions, I'm just not always very domestic. I don't feel any compulsion to keep my house spotless, I willingly let laundry pile up, and I often don't really have the motivation or energy to cook anything that resembles a real, complete meal. Sometimes I wonder how I could ever survive as a wife and/or mother and often just have to hope that if that day comes, some magical switch inside me will flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, tonight I had my after school staff over for a Christmas dinner (they're awesome by the way), and in a matter of an hour and a half, I was able to clean up my apartment and cook a complete and delicious meal. I was able to get all the dishes done before they got here, set up not only appetizer plates for the chips and salsa, but have the drinks, dinner plates, side dishes and even dessert prepared and ready to go before dinner was served. To be honest, I actually quite enjoyed getting it all together and preparing a meal that I knew (ok, hoped) would be enjoyed by the people I was serving. Moments like these give me a glimpse of hope that I'm not a totally lost cause :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you were wondering, I made enchiladas, and they were awesome. The recipe is below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 lb ground chicken&lt;br /&gt;1 pack of taco seasoning&lt;br /&gt;1 package of creamed cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 can enchilada sauce&lt;br /&gt;flour tortillas&lt;br /&gt;grated cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Brown the ground chicken and add taco seasoning as designated on the package&lt;br /&gt;Melt cream cheese in microwave and add about 1/2 can of enchilada sauce to melted cheese&lt;br /&gt;Mix together browned,seasoned meat and cream cheese mixture&lt;br /&gt;Fill tortilla shells with meat and roll up&lt;br /&gt;Place enchiladas in a baking dish&lt;br /&gt;cover with remaining enchilada sauce and sprinkle cheddar cheese on top&lt;br /&gt;cook at 325 for 20 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-6226113868608554766?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6226113868608554766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6226113868608554766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6226113868608554766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6226113868608554766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/glimpses-of-hope.html' title='Glimpses of Hope'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-8654390229103635502</id><published>2010-12-13T23:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:49:34.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Contrary to what some may think, I'm not really a Christmas fanatic. Sure, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; enjoy participating in the holiday within the right time frame (after Thanksgiving until Christmas Day); I will watch the Christmas movies and occasionally leave the radio on 101.5 (although I quickly get annoyed with the slow, sappy Christmas songs--give me some Hanson or NSync); and I can bust out a tacky turtleneck or sweater for a Christmas party BUT walking through the Christmas aisle doesn't exactly get my heart racing and I contemplated not even putting up a tree this year. Personally, I like Easter the best, but that is a different topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, the one thing that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; really love about Christmas is that it always brings me back to the humanity of Jesus and sometimes that's just too much for me to wrap my head around. Yes, He was fully God, but He was also fully human and in those first moments of His life, was there anyway His newborn brain could even process the thought of what He would grow up to be? I don't know. Part of me doesn't think so because Jesus' humanity is what makes Him a savior I want to know. It's a lot to think about on a Monday night turned Tuesday morning, but something definitely worth thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I will leave you with the lyrics and a video (ignore the actual video and just listen to the song)for a song that gets my heart every Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Celebrate The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this Christmas wish is missed&lt;br /&gt;The point I could convey&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find the words to say to let You know how much You've touched my life&lt;br /&gt;Because here is where You're finding me, in the exact same place as New Year's eve&lt;br /&gt;And from a lack of my persistency&lt;br /&gt;We're less than half as close as I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first time&lt;br /&gt;That You opened Your eyes did You realize that You would be my Savior&lt;br /&gt;And the first breath that left Your lips&lt;br /&gt;Did You know that it would change this world forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this Christmas I'll compare the things I felt in prior years&lt;br /&gt;To what this midnight made so clear&lt;br /&gt;That You have come to meet me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look back and think that&lt;br /&gt;This baby would one day save me&lt;br /&gt;In the hope that what You did&lt;br /&gt;That you were born so I might [ really ]live&lt;br /&gt;To look back and think that&lt;br /&gt;This baby would one day save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I celebrate the day&lt;br /&gt;That You were born to die&lt;br /&gt;So I could one day pray for You to save my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsPFNY4Z5t0"&gt;I Celebrate the Day--Relient K&lt;/a&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/8866023-8654390229103635502?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8654390229103635502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=8654390229103635502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8654390229103635502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8654390229103635502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-christmas.html' title='On Christmas...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6880300289782943471</id><published>2010-11-10T23:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:30:51.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wednesdays Are Never Boring</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday afternoons, I mentor an amazing (and crazy!) 6 year old girl with an awesome program called Community Hope. We have pretty basic rules for our time together: focus, have a good attitude, obey, make good guesses; and together we read books and talk and play games. It's a pretty awesome way to spend my Wednesday afternoons. And although we go through a wide array of emotions together each time we meet and despite the fact she's wide open and can't sit still, I love her. All of that to say, she says some pretty funny things that keep me laughing. Here are some samplings from tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While answering our response questions to the book, The Little Red Hen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I just have a question. Are you a grown up?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;S: Ok, because my other mentor isn't a grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked to use the word "young" in a sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I am 18 years young.&lt;br /&gt;(I totally counted it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my personal favorite, when asked to use "were" in a sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Were you at the club last night because you know I hate it when you go to the club without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm not entirely sure when I reached the point where a bowl of cereal and cherry pie constitutes a dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-6880300289782943471?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6880300289782943471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6880300289782943471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6880300289782943471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6880300289782943471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-wednesdays-are-never-boring.html' title='My Wednesdays Are Never Boring'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-8821436486792005911</id><published>2010-10-15T23:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:50:57.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days are just good</title><content type='html'>Some days are just good, and today was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sleep in, take a nice long shower and take my time getting ready. It was chilly today, so I wore one of my favorite fall outfits. I got to work and was informed that is was Boss's Day by the amazing track out staff who put the sign up on my door and left a note on my desk. Then I got a slice of probably the best apple pie I've put in my mouth to eat while I was checking e-mails. I had a fairly productive day, a relatively good day at after school, then spent the whole evening at the State Fair with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfectly pleasant day if you ask me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-8821436486792005911?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8821436486792005911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=8821436486792005911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8821436486792005911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8821436486792005911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-days-are-just-good.html' title='Some days are just good'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4646606443535203308</id><published>2010-10-14T22:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:28:19.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This will just make you smile :)</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you just stumble on a song and fall in love? Well I overheard this gem  tonight, looked up the lyrics, found the video and it made my heart so happy :) enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/grnkCPxdTdU/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/grnkCPxdTdU?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/grnkCPxdTdU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4646606443535203308?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4646606443535203308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4646606443535203308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4646606443535203308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4646606443535203308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-will-just-make-you-smile.html' title='This will just make you smile :)'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6826854161871429419</id><published>2010-10-06T23:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:26:35.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus...</title><content type='html'>He's good. I like spending time with him. I don't know why sometimes I pretend like I don't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to talk to you tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-6826854161871429419?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6826854161871429419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6826854161871429419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6826854161871429419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6826854161871429419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/jesus.html' title='Jesus...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4062196429884457413</id><published>2010-10-03T23:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:09:09.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October Holds Many Great Things</title><content type='html'>Fall has finally decided to come to North Carolina. Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a summer baby through and through, I'm really never ready to bid sunshine, warm weather, flip flops and sundresses goodbye;but, after a truly brutally hot summer, the cooler temperatures are refreshing and very welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air smells of fall. I saw my first fall leaf the other day drop onto my windshield and I just had to smile to myself. Flannel is now an acceptable fabric to wear. Life is good. It makes me want to put on a plaid shirt and go to a barn dance and stand around by a bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't know if there is a a barn dance in my future, October does hold many great things: the Art Gala, the State Fair, plaid, sweaters, hoodies, hopefully a trip to either pick apples and/or Busch Gardens, and my CRUISE! I'm so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4062196429884457413?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4062196429884457413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4062196429884457413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4062196429884457413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4062196429884457413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-holds-many-great-things.html' title='October Holds Many Great Things'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2933768189530938845</id><published>2010-09-15T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:09:07.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Downgrade</title><content type='html'>I'm currently watching a Rolling Stones concert on PBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, doing a concert for PBS has to knock you down a few notches from rockstar status.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-2933768189530938845?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2933768189530938845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2933768189530938845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2933768189530938845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2933768189530938845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/downgrade.html' title='Downgrade'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4434920926817210178</id><published>2010-09-14T23:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:25:53.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Take My Job Very Seriously</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just meet kids that, while not particularly the most fun, agreeable, or easy children, just make you excited to see them because you just don't know what they will say next. I have a daily source of hilarity this track in one of my new kindergartners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the playground today, this little boy walked up to me with a water bottle full of sand and told me "This is not a water bottle full of sand." I replied, "Really? Then what is it?" To which I got "This is a magic powder that gives you muscles." I thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, it looks like sand to me, how is it going to give me muscles?" "You have to mix it with potions, with chemicals, not chemicals that will kill you though. Everyone gets one sip and we all get muscles and then we will have a war." "I don't know if I want to drink that it looks yucky." "Yes, you have to it will give you special powers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get temporarily distracted by lining up, in which my friend gives me the bottle to hold, giving me clear instructions not to dump it out. So, of course I continued to carry around this bottle for about a half hour and when he sees me he says "You take your job very seriously." And I do, the bottle is sitting on my desk, just in case I have need for quick muscles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4434920926817210178?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4434920926817210178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4434920926817210178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4434920926817210178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4434920926817210178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-take-my-job-very-seriously.html' title='I Take My Job Very Seriously'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-3338307879130467296</id><published>2010-09-13T23:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:43:52.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>Today, Track 1 came to the Y in all it's glory. It was so good to see some of the kids I hadn't seen since the spring. The hugs and excitement were going around. The usual culprits were up to their old ways and it was amazing to see how far our first graders have come from where they were this time last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in addition to the usual goodness that comes from a day of camp, there are always moments in each day that just make me laugh out loud, and those I must share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the Calton room to see my good pal M sitting in a corner. His counselor quickly leads me to the office to share this little story. While having the kids divide up into a nut and no nut table at lunch and saying "If you have nuts sit at this table and if you don't sit at this table" my dear friend pipes up saying "What about these nuts?" as we points to himself in the crotch. What do you say to that? It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of lunch assembly, a time for the kids to sing some songs and learn about Jesus, I hear this little voice across the room saying "I'm stuck, I'm stuck." When I look over, I see my new friend A has somehow managed to get himself stuck inside his t-shirt. He just couldn't quite figure out how to put all the right parts in the right holes. Later that day, when asked what school he went to, A replied, "Kindergarten."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-3338307879130467296?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3338307879130467296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=3338307879130467296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3338307879130467296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3338307879130467296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-3346548988280124986</id><published>2010-08-18T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:38:17.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess this is growing up...</title><content type='html'>I grew up in a PBS/NPR kind of family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a car trip were spent listening to  Click and Clack (the Tappet Brothers) give people humorous and practical advice on Car Talk. I am one of the few of my friends who "gets" the Garrison Keillor card in Apples to Apples. And I have played along on "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me" on more than one occasion and even knew Mo Rocca from his status as panelist on the show BEFORE seeing him on VH1. Saturday nights were always spent watching British comedies and I've even been forced to watch an episode or two of Antiques Road Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, while I watched my fair share of MTV and sometimes refused to listen to anything but Mix 97.7, that is what I grew up with, and I hated it (or at least pretended to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, things change. Somehow NPR has become a preset on my stereo and I listen to it on my way home. I frequently stop on PBS to see what is on and end up staying on the channel. I laugh, hard, at Keeping Up Appearances. Does this mean I'm a grown up now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-3346548988280124986?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3346548988280124986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=3346548988280124986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3346548988280124986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3346548988280124986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-guess-this-is-growing-up.html' title='I guess this is growing up...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6990737217067174258</id><published>2010-06-22T23:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:13:43.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Friend</title><content type='html'>A conversation I had today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JA:&lt;/span&gt; Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I have two cats but they don't live with me, they live at my mom's house and I don't live with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JA:&lt;/span&gt; Dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; No, I don't really like dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JA:&lt;/span&gt; So it's just you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yup, just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JA: &lt;/span&gt;Do you have a husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; No, no husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JA:&lt;/span&gt; (pause) Hmm...that's surprising.&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/8866023-6990737217067174258?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6990737217067174258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6990737217067174258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6990737217067174258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6990737217067174258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-friend.html' title='My New Friend'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6531153402258910965</id><published>2010-06-20T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:49:44.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And save these questions for another day &lt;br /&gt;I think I know what you've been asking me &lt;br /&gt;I think you know what I've been trying to say &lt;br /&gt;I promised I would never leave you &lt;br /&gt;And you should always know &lt;br /&gt;Wherever you may go, no matter where you are &lt;br /&gt;I never will be far away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight my angel, now it's time to sleep &lt;br /&gt;And still so many things I want to say &lt;br /&gt;Remember all the songs you sang for me &lt;br /&gt;When we went sailing on an Emerald Bay &lt;br /&gt;And like a boat out on the ocean &lt;br /&gt;I'm rocking you to sleep &lt;br /&gt;The water's dark and deep inside this ancient heart &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight my angel, now it's time to dream &lt;br /&gt;And dream how wonderful your life will be &lt;br /&gt;Someday your child may cry, and if you sing this lullabye &lt;br /&gt;Then in your heart, there will always be a part of me &lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll all be gone, but lullabyes go on and on &lt;br /&gt;They never die, that's how you and I will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the few, very vivid memories I have of my dad is of us driving around old St. Augustine at night listening to Billy Joel. The boys were asleep, and I just remember me sitting in the back, while my dad was up front and we were both singing this song together. It always makes me think of, and miss, him.&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/8866023-6531153402258910965?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6531153402258910965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6531153402258910965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6531153402258910965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6531153402258910965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-dad.html' title='For Dad'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-8120073339194145980</id><published>2010-06-12T07:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T07:58:04.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend is a Great Listener</title><content type='html'>Me: He looks like Joaquin Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Walking fetus? (hysterical laughter)&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? no. The guy who played Johnny Cash in Walk the Line.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Ohh, Joaquin Pheonix!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: I thought he was kind of baby faced and a fetus reference is not unusual for you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: True, but walking fetus? Come on! (more hysterical laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jordan and I went to the Melting Pot for a little  random fun and earlier in the night I said that our waiter looked like  someone but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. After he came back and  I figured it out, the above conversation took place. I love my BFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-8120073339194145980?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8120073339194145980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=8120073339194145980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8120073339194145980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8120073339194145980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-best-friend-is-great-listener.html' title='My Best Friend is a Great Listener'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-1642987607493271943</id><published>2010-06-07T23:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:15:53.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"This Is Real, This is Me"</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think about the things that I do or the things that I like, and I just have to laugh, because in so many ways I just haven't really changed a lot over the years. Thankfully, some things have changed since I was a kid, I no longer wear overalls or sequined jeans as actual clothing, for example; but, the inspiration for this list comes from the things that I just think will always be true about me. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always be the impulse candy buyer in the check out line&lt;/span&gt;. I love candy, and my love goes back as far as I can remember. I have fond memories of getting a dollar from my mom or dad, marching down to the teacher's lounge and getting M&amp;amp;M's and a Sprite (always) and that was way back in like 2nd grade. Do you remember when a dollar got you both a snack and a drink? Gah, those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always love  reality television&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, I was watching Bug Juice and The Real World, way back in the day when MTV still played music videos and the Disney Channel had those crazy Zoog things.  I think this fascination with reality television explains a lot about why I loved psychology so much. People fascinate me, I love to study them in both a formal and informal sense and reality television puts some of the world's finest on display for my analytical pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always love paper products&lt;/span&gt;. I have a very vivid memory of being in a Toys-R-Us as a child, with money to spend, and wanting to buy a composition book. Why? I don't really know. I liked toys, but that is what I wanted. This love is now demonstrated with the stack of unused journals sitting on my bookshelf and the crate full of stationary and cards sitting on the floor in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There will always be a part of me that wants to be a rock star&lt;/span&gt;. Now, the Lord did not really bless me with the gifts or talents neccesary to make it in the entertainment industry, but boy do I wish He did.  To be honest, I kind of hate being the center of attention, but there is a part of me that craves it and always thought it would so cool to be famous. Jordan says all of us Currie kids want to be performers it just comes out in different ways. For my brothers, I would say it was with music, and I think camp allowed me to be my own version of a rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always love writing&lt;/span&gt;. In 3rd grade I decided I was going to write a book called Christy's Big Adventure. I don't really know who Christy was, but she had a lot of magical friends, and to me, that was literary gold. I never finished it (although I do think I still have it in my room at home somewhere), but the desire and motivation to write ever went away. I have kept a journal consistently since I was 8 years old. I love to blog. I loved writing papers in school. And my freshman year of college I had the inspiration for another book that I do believe I will write someday. I just love the written word and have always preferred it to the spoken word. I love the idea of something being written down, and thus saved to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always be indecisive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and over analytical&lt;/span&gt;. This is probably one of my most annoying traits that has plagued me forever. It doesn't have to be a big decision, I am indecisive about just about everything: where to eat, what time to wake up, whether or not I should buy something in the store or wait, where I should live, whether I really want to get up and go the bathroom now or just wait until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always love musicals&lt;/span&gt;. This, I blame on Disney. Just about every Disney movie is a musical and I watched a lot of Disney growing up. I remember watching Newsies, Grease, and Little Shop of Horrors when I think we still lived in West Virginia. I remember my mom taking me to go see a stage production of Grease. We always had a lot of music growing up, whether it was the Beatles, Billy Joel, Cat Stevens or Wee Sing Silly Songs, it was there, and I am very thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always suck at verbalizing and expressing emotions&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't know exactly why this has always been a challenge for me. I feel like I've always been pretty willing to express an opinion or get in front of a group to talk on a sort of superficial level, but I have always been uncomfortable with really being honest about how I really feel about things and people. I do think I have gotten better, and this is one thing that I sort of hope will change, but as for now, it's been consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will always love being outside in the sunshine&lt;/span&gt;. I don't consider myself the most outdoorsy person by any means, but I have always loved being outside. As some know, I used to pack up my backpack and head out to the undeveloped lot behind my house and read in the woods as a kid. In high school I would sit at the picnic table outside the classroom back door just to get sunshine. Even now I can't quite express the true depth of the happiness I feel when spring makes a comeback after winter. God is very present in nature for me and so many of my fondest memories are tied to camp, which was outdoors :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always be excited about the simple things in life&lt;/span&gt;. I remember one time in high school being told I was simple and being very hurt and upset about it, but over the years I have learned that it really isn't a bad thing at all. While there is a part of me that very much loves to indulge in some of the finer and unnecessary things in life (The Melting Pot, shoes, jewelry, Ritter Sport chocolate, etc), I do think I am pretty simple in what really makes me happy---ice cream, watching terrible movies, sitting outside with friends, brightly colored nail polish, spontaneous dance parties with people I love. I'm ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I will always be terrible about getting myself to bed at a reasonable hour :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-1642987607493271943?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1642987607493271943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=1642987607493271943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1642987607493271943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1642987607493271943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-real-this-is-me.html' title='&quot;This Is Real, This is Me&quot;'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5916639918418902499</id><published>2010-05-26T22:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:17:04.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping Bands and Wagons</title><content type='html'>I feel like, given tonight's events (and the fact it has absorbed every Tuesday and Wednesday night of my life since January), it is only appropriate that I blog my thoughts about American Idol and its most recent winner Lee DeWyze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who jumped on the American Idol bandwagon quite late in the game (as in never watched an episode or paid it any mind prior to this season), I am not disappointed. While having no real frame of reference, I feel like this was a great season. The auditions were hilarious, full of some genuine talent, awkward people with big dreams, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMwhl4IrPNc"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMwhl4IrPNc"&gt;his guy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving into the actual contestants, there are some who I have completely forgotten about, some who annoyed the bejesus out of me (Haylee Vaughn, Aaron Kelly, and Tim Urban), some who I liked but who I knew wouldn't make it (DiDi Benami and Lacey Brown), and some who I loved from the very beginning (Crystal Bowersox, Lee DeWyze, Big Mike, and I was ok with Casey James---do I have great intuition or what?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since day one, I was a full on Crystal supporter. I loved that she was not a typical American Idol candidate, I loved her voice, and I just felt like she was a really good person and I enjoyed watching her perform. As the season went on, my heart quickly became torn as my love for Lee grew. Despite my growing affections for Lee, I still deep down wanted Crystal to take the whole thing. However, as the final episodes aired, I found myself unable to make a choice, yet completely content with either winning, as I loved them both equally. When Casey (obviously) got eliminated at the final 3, I knew I would enjoy the finale regardless of the outcome, but I have to admit, I got REALLY EXCITED when Ryan announced Lee's name tonight. He is just so endearing and excited and well, I just love him, and have every intention of buying his album. With that being said, I very much feel that there is a place for Crystal in the music industry and I have no doubt she will be picked up and be a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for those of you who have not been following, below is a picture of Lee DeWyze, who I like to affectionately refer to as my future husband ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/S_3jb2NitzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pqVXTM4ndgU/s1600/resized_American_Idol_Lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/S_3jb2NitzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pqVXTM4ndgU/s400/resized_American_Idol_Lee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475782789500679986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/BROOKE%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5916639918418902499?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5916639918418902499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5916639918418902499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5916639918418902499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5916639918418902499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/jumping-bands-and-wagons.html' title='Jumping Bands and Wagons'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/S_3jb2NitzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pqVXTM4ndgU/s72-c/resized_American_Idol_Lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5511503441796588644</id><published>2010-05-16T00:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:13:40.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Are From Myrtle Beach...</title><content type='html'>...when you hear a loud boom outside and your initial thought is "Who is shooting off fireworks and why are they doing it so late?" rather than "Oh, it must be thundering outside."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5511503441796588644?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5511503441796588644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5511503441796588644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5511503441796588644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5511503441796588644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-know-you-are-from-myrtle-beach.html' title='You Know You Are From Myrtle Beach...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5946478499279108575</id><published>2010-05-10T22:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:09:10.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That Are Always Funny</title><content type='html'>So, it was recently suggested to me to get back into my list-making  posts and try to conquer 10 Things That Are Always Funny. To be honest,  this has been a real challenge, but here is what I have come up with (in  no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chubby kids with Southern Accents  (please click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2T_obaO46Bo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;2.  Mullets, rat tails, and other such hair phenomena...&lt;a href="http://nowthatsnifty.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-great-mullets.html"&gt;enough&lt;/a&gt;  said.&lt;br /&gt;3. Phineas and Ferb. I didn't think Disney could top Dave the  Barbarian, but alas, they have and this show makes me laugh every time.&lt;br /&gt;4.  When the whiny or annoying kid gets hurt, not seriously hurt, but just a  little hurt.&lt;br /&gt;5. High school boys trying to lift too much weight at  the gym.&lt;br /&gt;6. Horrible wedding night stories.&lt;br /&gt;7. Poorly thought out  and cheaply made reality television (i.e. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ws2vrcro3tA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Conveyor  Belt of Love&lt;/a&gt; and Hell Date)&lt;br /&gt;8. Catching someone picking their  nose in their car (extra funny if you see them eat it).&lt;br /&gt;9.People running with backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Son-in-Law&lt;/span&gt; starring Pauly Shore (although, this choice could be influenced by the fact I am watching this movie right now for at least the 50th time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5946478499279108575?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5946478499279108575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5946478499279108575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5946478499279108575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5946478499279108575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-things-that-are-always-funny_10.html' title='10 Things That Are Always Funny'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-812026523817349536</id><published>2010-04-25T01:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:18:30.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Nice to Know Somethings Never Change</title><content type='html'>Like sitting around a campfire. It will always bring about laughter, good conversation, and strolls down memory lane that will stir up something nostalgic deep within me. Stories you have heard at least a hundred times will be told, but no one cares. The night will grow later and later, but no one wants to get up and leave, so you just let the fire burn down. So many of my fondest and most special memories were created around campfires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a trip back to Rockfish today and for the first time in the past year it felt like home again. I had the opportunity to visit with some people I haven't seen in years, and it's such a blessing to know that some people will always be important in my life and that the time I've spent with them is so unique and impactful, that it doesn't matter if years go by between visits. Man, I love that place and all the people that have been brought into my life through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-812026523817349536?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/812026523817349536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=812026523817349536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/812026523817349536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/812026523817349536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-nice-to-know-something-never-change.html' title='It&apos;s Nice to Know Somethings Never Change'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6513606513363964466</id><published>2010-04-23T22:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:18:01.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"He stole my hole..."</title><content type='html'>I walked onto the playground this morning to take up my role covering track out, and a child runs up to me and says "He stole my hole. I worked really hard on it." How do you respond to statement like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the cutest kid ever, Freddie, help me lead 100 kids in doing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGxDS10VAbg"&gt;The Freddie&lt;/a&gt; at assembly this morning. It was HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-6513606513363964466?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6513606513363964466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6513606513363964466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6513606513363964466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6513606513363964466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-stole-my-hole.html' title='&quot;He stole my hole...&quot;'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4735441647058761450</id><published>2010-04-14T22:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:03:27.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw Back</title><content type='html'>Man, Dispatch just came on my Pandora station and I had a major throw back to my freshman year of college. I have such vivid memories of those first few weeks at Winthrop: sitting at my desk in the Nance looking out on campus, hiding out in the Christian bookstore just to get away but not having anywhere to go or anyone to go with, ending every meal in the cafe with an ice cream cone, using citrus scented Noxzema face wash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird time in life. It's hard to believe that was almost 6 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4735441647058761450?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4735441647058761450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4735441647058761450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4735441647058761450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4735441647058761450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/throw-back.html' title='Throw Back'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-3232134844722174885</id><published>2010-03-27T19:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:28:54.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, You Know How to Color</title><content type='html'>As I was walking around Michael's today, looking for something to do because I was bored out of my mind, I had a funny memory of a song, or rather a rap, that a group of my kids at Rockfish made up one summer. It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red, the color of my favorite rose&lt;br /&gt;Green, the color of the grass that grows&lt;br /&gt;Yellow, the color of the sun that shines&lt;br /&gt;Way up high in the blue, blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, you know how to color&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, you know how to color&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, you know how to color&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, you color my life with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby for a bunch of first graders :) I miss those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-3232134844722174885?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3232134844722174885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=3232134844722174885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3232134844722174885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3232134844722174885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/jesus-you-know-how-to-color.html' title='Jesus, You Know How to Color'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4523765455240050033</id><published>2010-03-17T23:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:06:23.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Good Use of a Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>I'm actually quite tired right now, but I'm not asleep. I think it has to do with the fact I have been going non-stop (literally) for 11+ hours every day for the past week and a half that my body is just taking a really long time to shut down. So, I figured rather than wasting even more time farting around on Facebook or OldNavy.com, I should use this time to update the ol' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself that life will eventually slow down, but I think I might need to get that out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months have been busy, exhausting, challenging, long, and cold (with a few glimmers of fun and relaxation in there somewhere). And through these past few months I have really been wrestling with trying to figure out what my gifts are, spiritual gifts to be exact, and how I can serve within those gifts to find more fulfillment and a closer relationship with the Lord. However, as I have been wrestling with this, I find out more and more that I'm really not sure what my gifts are and how I could be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introspection and self-evaluation are often very frustrating for me. For one, I suck at emotions and vulnerability and I'm super over-analytical, so I never get very far. I am also incredibly self-critical and have a hard time seeing myself from outside myself, leading to focusing much more time on weaknesses than strengths. Over the past years I have taken several personality tests or strengths profiles and I always read results feeling somewhat irritated with the fact that I never have any one trait or strength that really sticks out above the rest. Maybe I am dissatisfied with being equally average, or maybe I just want someone to tell me what I am good at and what I should do and cut out the introspection all together :) Either way, the process has been frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the frustration, I have felt very compelled to continue on the journey. The topic of spiritual gifts has surfaced and resurfaced several times over the past few months, so I figured it's something God really wanted to challenge me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where I am at. I've been reading a book called S.H.A.P.E. which I heard about from my pal Blair and it's been a good tool to start looking specifically at the topic of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through scripture 20 different spiritual gifts are mentioned: administration, apostleship, discernment, encouragement, evangelism, faith, giving, healing, helping, hospitality, interpretation, knowledge, leadership, mercy, miracles, pastoring, prophecy, teaching, tongues, and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of these 20 gifts, there are 10 that I think I have or maybe have, those being: administration(m), discernment(m), encouragement(m), helping(y), hospitality(m), leadership(m), mercy(m), pastoring/shepherding(y), teaching(m), and wisdom(y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step is to do some praying and reflecting on where I have felt most used and fulfilled in life and look for evidence of these gifts (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not talents and learned skills&lt;/span&gt;) AND to try to serve in areas using these gifts. We'll see what I find out. Any feedback would be welcome but I am not fishing for compliments (I'm bad at taking them anyways), so be legit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4523765455240050033?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4523765455240050033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4523765455240050033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4523765455240050033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4523765455240050033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-good-use-of-sleepless-night.html' title='Making Good Use of a Sleepless Night'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-7805733105949053628</id><published>2010-02-19T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:41:24.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Kids Say</title><content type='html'>Shane: "The Brookester, are you ok? You look a little sad today."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No Shaneanator, I'm not sad. I'm just really busy, so I guess I'm a little grumpy today."&lt;br /&gt;Shane: "Oh, did you get up on the wrong side of the bed?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah, I guess I did."&lt;br /&gt;Shane: "I hate when that happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Brooke"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, Sarah?"&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Somedays I just feel like I want to do nothing but dance!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You know what, sometimes I have days like that too:)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-7805733105949053628?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7805733105949053628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=7805733105949053628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7805733105949053628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7805733105949053628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-kids-say.html' title='Things Kids Say'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-3549544788660923579</id><published>2010-01-26T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:49:17.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i could be getting in over my head...</title><content type='html'>i have a new personal project swirling around in my head and i think i will launch it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-3549544788660923579?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3549544788660923579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=3549544788660923579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3549544788660923579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3549544788660923579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-could-be-getting-in-over-my-head.html' title='i could be getting in over my head...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-1047086382877593274</id><published>2010-01-24T23:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:03:43.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish they had accelerated reader for adults...</title><content type='html'>...because I would be ALL OVER that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read, and always have. When I was a kid, book fairs and book orders were like crack. I would want to spend tons of money on books, and that's not a bad thing I suppose. As I got older, life unfortunately got in the way of reading for pleasure with summer reading, and AP English, and college textbooks and what not. But, now that I am free of assigned reading, papers, and homework, I have been able to rekindle my old love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past August I decided that I wanted to read (or in some cases re-read) all the "classic" children's books. I haven't found a comprehensive list to start checking off, but I've done some research and thus far, the quest has been absolutely glorious. There is just nothing like getting lost in a story and I have found many of the books to be full of wisdom and insight that I never could have grasped as a child but that I will undoubtedly share with my children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I have read thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/span&gt; by Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wind in the Willows&lt;/span&gt; by Kenneth Graham&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Phantom Tollbooth&lt;/span&gt; by Norton Juster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Women&lt;/span&gt; by Louisa May Alcott&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt; by Roald Dahl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and I have just started getting aquainted with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/span&gt; by L.M. Montgomery. And a few of the next books on my list are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheaper by the Dozen, The Witches, Matilda, Harriet the Spy, The Borrowers, A Wrinkle in Time&lt;/span&gt;, the whole Narnia series, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hobbit. &lt;/span&gt;I'll gladly take recommendations.&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/8866023-1047086382877593274?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1047086382877593274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=1047086382877593274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1047086382877593274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1047086382877593274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-they-had-accelerated-reader-for.html' title='I wish they had accelerated reader for adults...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-3728471956759726470</id><published>2010-01-20T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:12:25.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Just Have To Laugh At Myself</title><content type='html'>Much like my ipod, I sometimes wonder what people's first impression of me would be if they just saw my Netflix queue. Here's what's in there right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Encino Man&lt;br /&gt;2. Bedknobs and Broomsticks&lt;br /&gt;3. The Gnome-mobile&lt;br /&gt;4. Willow&lt;br /&gt;5. The Little Prince&lt;br /&gt;6. How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying&lt;br /&gt;7.Gummi Bears: Seasons 1-3&lt;br /&gt;8. Road to Avonlea: Volume 1&lt;br /&gt;9. Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-3728471956759726470?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3728471956759726470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=3728471956759726470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3728471956759726470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3728471956759726470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-just-have-to-laugh-at.html' title='Sometimes I Just Have To Laugh At Myself'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5403472988908227885</id><published>2010-01-12T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:24:11.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...and this is why I love the biggest loser</title><content type='html'>"i'm gonna sneak up like a ninja on their asses."&lt;br /&gt;-a big girl dressed in bright pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon my french, but that's funny, i don't care who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5403472988908227885?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5403472988908227885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5403472988908227885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5403472988908227885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5403472988908227885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-this-is-why-i-love-biggest-loser.html' title='...and this is why I love the biggest loser'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6472169344996323548</id><published>2009-12-09T23:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:06:11.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the spirit of Christmas...</title><content type='html'>...well sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are right smack dab in the middle of the Christmas season, and gift giving is on the mind, I am taking a suggestion from my pal Meredith and doing a Top 10 Gifts list. It is important to note that these will not be ranked in any particular order and I have been fortunate to receive many thoughtful and special gifts from many thoughtful and special people in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top 10 Gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A box full of Ritter Sport Mint Chocolate Bars (my favorite ever and very hard to locate), special ordered from some European good store by Jordan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My "Beau Coeur" (that's French for Beautiful Heart) ring from Mags. It's beautiful and I love it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My pearl earrings and necklace from my grandparents, given on my 16th and 21st birthdays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My (now) ratty and holey Winthrop Eagles t-shirt that Katie stuck in my suitcase before leaving Winthrop for the summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A copy of The Giving Tree with a note in the front cover from Jordan Cauley.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ceramic hanging picture frames from my brother Ryan. They were a great choice and suit my taste perfectly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My whole set of dishes, but most specifically my teapot, from my mom :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ipod. Let's face it I would be lost without it and it is probably one of the most used things I own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A "room warming" picture/collage from Stephen Crotts. It has a picture of me, Rockfish and the Prayer of St. Francis on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunrise in Tupperware, a song written by my friend Natasha for me our senior of high school that she debuted to me at our Academy graduation party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm one blessed girl, and a bound to be sleepy one if I don't go to bed!&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/8866023-6472169344996323548?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6472169344996323548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6472169344996323548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6472169344996323548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6472169344996323548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-spirit-of-christmas.html' title='In the spirit of Christmas...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6030887227133617954</id><published>2009-11-27T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:45:23.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this sums up my musical taste fairly well...</title><content type='html'>As I have not gotten any suggestions for Top 10 lists, I have decided that this post will be of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Top 10 Most Played Songs (according to my ipod):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Say It Right by Nelly Furtado: 64 times&lt;br /&gt;9. Material Girl by Madonna: 64 times&lt;br /&gt;8. Poor Unfortunate Souls from The Little Mermaid: 64 times&lt;br /&gt;7. Carrying the Banner from Newsies: 67 times&lt;br /&gt;6. Video by India.Arie: 69 times&lt;br /&gt;5. Marry Me by Ed Cash: 71 times&lt;br /&gt;4. King of New York from Newsies: 72 times&lt;br /&gt;3. Seize the Day from Newsies: 76 times&lt;br /&gt;2. Everlong by The Foo Fighters: 79 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the number one, most played song according to my ipod is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take My Hand by Shawn McDonald: 97 times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-6030887227133617954?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6030887227133617954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6030887227133617954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6030887227133617954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6030887227133617954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-this-sums-up-my-musical-taste.html' title='I think this sums up my musical taste fairly well...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5240048372828150103</id><published>2009-11-20T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:07:16.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown</title><content type='html'>I have realized two very important things lately. One, I blog much better (and significantly more consistently) if I give myself a task; and two, I really like countdowns, top 10's and other entertaining lists. Thus the inspiration for my newest blogging venture, Brooke in 10s. And, per Jordan's suggestion, my first Top 10 list is going to be my Top 10 YouTube Videos (ranked in no particular order). So here is goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YVQ0jfZqsE"&gt;Shirley Q. Liquor--Church Slave&lt;/a&gt;: Not a day since my junior year of college has gone by without me quoting something from this. It's absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM"&gt;Rob Paravonian--Pachebel Rant&lt;/a&gt;: This guy is brilliant, hilarious, and he plays guitar. And, after you hear it, you hear Pachebel everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fVDGu82FeQ"&gt;Blood&lt;/a&gt;: Whenever a kid gets a bloody nose, lip, or anything else, I always have a weird impulse to go "Bloo-da, not fun-nee." This kid is genuinely concerned, but you can't help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zXiClnK8oE"&gt;David Hasselhoff on the Berlin Wall&lt;/a&gt;: Ok, so this isn't an authenic youtube video, per say, but his jacket is amazing and, let's face it, he is "The Hoff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs"&gt;David After the Dentist&lt;/a&gt;: And while I am on the subject of Davids, I have to select this classic piece of greatness. Kids+drugs=funny, I don't care who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtX8nswnUKU"&gt;Kittens Inspired By Kittens&lt;/a&gt;: I have to thank my friend Petra for introducting me to this video. Also, I really hope I have a child just like this some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzsY4RfNnBs"&gt;Evil Strawberry&lt;/a&gt;: I almost pee my pants every time. "I'm not stupid anymore!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGrqW3nx5HM"&gt;Ms. Peachez-Fry That Chicken&lt;/a&gt;: "I gotta pan, I gotta plan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apEZpYnN_1g"&gt;Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog: Act 1, Part 1&lt;/a&gt;: The writer's strike sucked, but it did produce this gem. Oh, Sean Patrick Harris....(Parts 2 and 3 are pretty sweet too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCpjgl2baLs"&gt;The End of the World&lt;/a&gt;: Yes, it's a throwback, but a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. Obviously, this list doesn't include all of the greatness YouTube has to offer, but all guarenteed to produce a hearty laugh, so enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how long this list-making kick will go on, so if you have things you want itemized...I'm your girl, so bring on the suggestions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5240048372828150103?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5240048372828150103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5240048372828150103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5240048372828150103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5240048372828150103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/countdown.html' title='The Countdown'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-3296735722158642572</id><published>2009-10-21T22:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:00:57.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a lot has been going on in my life lately...and i'm really tired on just about every level...and in need of some real time with Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-3296735722158642572?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3296735722158642572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=3296735722158642572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3296735722158642572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3296735722158642572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/lot-has-been-going-on-in-my-life-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4654304602822312019</id><published>2009-09-07T21:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:54:59.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the good life is made of...</title><content type='html'>hobos on the fire. cuddling with some of my favorite children. catching up with friends you haven't seen in awhile. lots of sweet tea. playing at rest stops. painting toe nails. finding at least 40 out of 50 license plates while driving. lots of laughing. trying to fit into little girl dress up clothes. being invisible. good conversation. sharing stories. lots of hugs. girl time. laughing at boys. knowing that some things just don't change that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got all of this from almost 20 hours in a car and a trip to Alabama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/SqXHTGFoo1I/AAAAAAAAADs/B_XlxC7VFoQ/s1600-h/joiner+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/SqXHTGFoo1I/AAAAAAAAADs/B_XlxC7VFoQ/s400/joiner+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378924460829614930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/SqXCxVBSqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/oxG8CgtQ_ZU/s1600-h/DSC_0100+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4654304602822312019?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4654304602822312019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4654304602822312019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4654304602822312019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4654304602822312019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-good-life-is-made-of.html' title='What the good life is made of...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/SqXHTGFoo1I/AAAAAAAAADs/B_XlxC7VFoQ/s72-c/joiner+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5228075506795746673</id><published>2009-07-13T22:32:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:49:50.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the table</title><content type='html'>We have had a dining room table and chairs in our apartment for as long as I have lived here (with the exception of the month or so between Alison taking hers and my acquiring my grandparents' old set) and for a great part of that time the table has been used to collect junk and deposit mail. Occasionally we would clean it off to serve food when we had folks over, but more or less it served all the purposes of a junk drawer without the semblance of organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight however, Jordan and I both got home about the same time and therefore were cooking dinner about the same time. Upon realizing that our cable had in fact been disconnected in our living room, thus ruining the plans to watch Two and a Half Men while eating at the coffee table, I suggested that we bust out the ol' boombox and have a family dinner, at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice. She ate her steak, I ate my chicken, and we listened to Delilah solve the world's problems via requests and dedications while we talked. God blesses friendships in the simplest things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I really value about the way I was raised, especially when we were young and before we all started working, we always ate dinner together as a family--at the dinner table with the television off. There is so much value to that and if the Lord blesses me with a family some day, I have every intention of carrying on the tradition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5228075506795746673?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5228075506795746673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5228075506795746673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5228075506795746673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5228075506795746673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-table.html' title='At the table'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5319306174090141301</id><published>2009-07-07T20:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:21:16.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not entirely sure what to make out of this?!</title><content type='html'>Guessing my age is always a fun game to play with kids, mostly because they are horrible judges of age and have zero sense of my age in relation to theirs, so I get some pretty hilarious answers. Although, this one might take the cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; How old do you think I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;various guesses from various children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamont:&lt;/span&gt; You're 50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Really? Do I look 50 to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamont:&lt;/span&gt; Well, you kind of look like Michael Jackson &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who was 50 for those of you who somehow missed that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Well I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamont:&lt;/span&gt; Mmmm...compliment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Well, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's funny, I don't care who you are; although, I am not entirely sure how I feel about being compared to the MJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5319306174090141301?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5319306174090141301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5319306174090141301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5319306174090141301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5319306174090141301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-entirely-sure-what-to-make-out.html' title='I&apos;m not entirely sure what to make out of this?!'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-3796932512877999308</id><published>2009-06-11T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:32:16.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I laughed at this</title><content type='html'>I have been helping coach a t-ball team at the Y this spring and this is just a glimpse of why I love kindergartners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on first base during practice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; "Eugene, are you ready for the ball?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EUGENE:&lt;/span&gt; "I'm ready for my butt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughing hysterically&lt;/span&gt;) "I don't know what that means but let's not say that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EUGENE:&lt;/span&gt; "OK"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-3796932512877999308?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3796932512877999308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=3796932512877999308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3796932512877999308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/3796932512877999308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-laughed-at-this.html' title='I laughed at this'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5820618545403611594</id><published>2009-06-04T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:22:11.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm on Birthday Crack"</title><content type='html'>...and that is a direct quote from me about 20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love birthdays, and not just my birthday, but birthdays in general. I think it is fun to be able to celebrate your friends for a whole day and it's just fun for folks to get their time to be the center of attention for a bit. But don't get me wrong, I do love my birthday too (mostly because I have wonderful people in my life who always make it special).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have had a wide variety of birthday experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young child I remember making my own birthday cakes (chocolate cake with chocolate icing and M&amp;amp;Ms on top, of course!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 11th birthday I remember being pulled out of school early because my dad was getting his liver transplant, so we spent the day at Duke hospital. I also remember my mom taking me to the mall and getting this awesome pair of blue shoes with daisies all over them (I still have them at home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 13th birthday I had my first "blow out" boy/girl party which was pretty fun, except the fact that I found out my "boyfriend" had been "cheating" on me. I would be lying if I said it didn't tear me up. I was also finally allowed to start wearing makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 14th birthday I was in Washington, DC on my 8th grade graduation trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 16th birthday I got the first of 7 annual trips into the Rockfish lake. I also remember having one of the few bouts of homesickness I've had in my life. I got two of the BEST handmade birthday cards from some of my very first campers at Rockfish and my pearl earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 18th birthday I was annoyed that graduation was the same day and that meant having to go back to Myrtle Beach High School (because who cared about my birthday when graduation was taking place!?) BUT I totally got TWO cakes....then I got thrown into the lake a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 19th birthday I spent my last few hours of being a teenager in the kitchen at Rockfish, making parflesnarf cake, listening to Stephen tell a totally BS story that made Jordan pee her pants, and riding down the ramp at the dining hall on a kitchen cart banging pots and pans...then quickly aborting the mission when I realized there was a group in the Bergland :)...and I got thrown in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 21st birthday Anissa had a surprise girls spa night for me during staff training. I got my pearl necklace from my grandparents and a diamond necklace from my mom...and I got thrown in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 22nd birthday I remember laying in my bed, all jacked up from exhaustion, and going on and on about this lightning bug that was in our room wishing me a happy birthday only to have my dear friend Petra point out the fact it was the light on the smoke detector...and we laughed for a l-o-n-g time....and I got thrown in the lake (for the last time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, on my 23rd birthday I had my first non-camp birthday in awhile...but it was full of lots of smiles and cards and "Happy Birthdays" and funny phone calls. I got to eat lunch with friends from the Y, the afternoon off, and Jordan took me to the Melting Pot for dinner so I go to bed with an extremely full belly and a happy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Things I am thankful for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The message from Charlotte that reminded me that today is the celebration of the day I came into the world and was no longer a fetus :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being on facebook and watching the little red notification flag pop up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to share birthday cake with so many people today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Katie S., Erica, and Brittany Brock are as funny as, if not funnier than, Hoops and YoYo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That it is finally warm enough to be outside when it rains! Nothing like walking through a light summer rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5820618545403611594?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5820618545403611594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5820618545403611594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5820618545403611594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5820618545403611594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-on-birthday-crack.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m on Birthday Crack&quot;'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-5229200363155626484</id><published>2009-05-13T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:19:40.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty</title><content type='html'>Today officially marks the end of the Thirty Days of Thankfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good exercise for me, but like with anything there have been ups and downs. I started out with so much excitement and enthusiasm, there were days when I observed and lived in anticipation of finding things to be thankful for. And then were there days when I didn't feel like being thankful at all or where I sat at my computer stumped, trying to come up with my five. I'm so human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned some important things though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not at a place where thankfulness necessarily comes naturally yet, I'd like to get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes the things that I am thankful for are just things that make me laugh...and I don't think that is a bad thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to be as excited about my walk with the Lord everday as I was when I started this 30 days ago...an excitement about what the Lord can and will do!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to continue in this discipline, perhaps not posting it on here, but in my time with the Lord, being intentional about my thankfulness for what he has done and is doing daily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, here it is folks, that last thankfulness post. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Thirty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone who has been reading this blog and the little ways I have seen the Lord use it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That there are some people who I know will just always be a part of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to talk to Brittany Brock today!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awkward moments that make funny stories later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who desire to make the Lord known in the world around them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-5229200363155626484?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5229200363155626484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=5229200363155626484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5229200363155626484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/5229200363155626484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-thirty.html' title='Day Thirty'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2814275026410750720</id><published>2009-05-12T22:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:00:15.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Finale</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that I love reality television, and the show that by far has my heart is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Biggest Loser&lt;/span&gt;. This season was a particularly good season. Not only was it the biggest cast ever (as in the largest people), there was a lot less drama, and just a lot of seeing people change. And that's exciting. Yes, it's TV and yes, it's perhaps silly to get a little choked up each episode...but it makes me happy. And Tara just LOST for the first time all season, and this was the big one...GOOOOO Helen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Twenty-nine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The opportunity to share, in a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;very small &lt;/span&gt;way, in what Community Hope has been doing by attending their end of the year banquet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting all my rosters done before the track starts tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally working out again after over a week of doing nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving past beautiful fields at dusk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A nice place to come home to after a long day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-2814275026410750720?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2814275026410750720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2814275026410750720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2814275026410750720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2814275026410750720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/grand-finale.html' title='Grand Finale'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4578250650881723937</id><published>2009-05-11T21:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:09:10.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back in the swing</title><content type='html'>I don't have a whole lot to write about today. It was a pretty typical day, not a bad day by any means, not an especially exciting one either. It's one of those days where time went by really fast even though you feel like you've been moving slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I know that I was moving slow mostly because I felt like I hadn't been to work in weeks. Between my trip with my mom, the YRS retreat, and Seafarer, it has been quite a while since I've spent an entire day in the office and I just feel like I had to get back into my groove.  And of course, the downside to any time away from work is coming back to all the odds and ends that piled up in your absence that you have to tackle. and it was a Monday...and it was raining....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Twenty-eight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waking up earlier than usual and starting the day off without rushing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The good fortune to not only have food to eat, but to have the kinds of food I enjoy to eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My girls Eva and Molly who hang out with me in the office every afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anticipation about the business of the summer that will be here soon enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conviction from the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4578250650881723937?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4578250650881723937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4578250650881723937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4578250650881723937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4578250650881723937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-back-in-swing.html' title='Getting back in the swing'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4618970337910922968</id><published>2009-05-10T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:12:43.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>On the way to church this morning, Jordan filled me in that the title of JD's new sermon series is "OMG!" I liked it without even knowing what he was preaching about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As it turns out, he's preaching on prayer, which sounds good to me because it's definitely an area where I'd like to see growth. I really enjoy corporate prayer, I've experienced the power of prayer, I know the necessity of it, but so often I lack motivation or don't set apart the time in my day to really devote to talking to God. That needs to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the sermon, per usual, gave me some good things to think about, and while I could simply copy my notes from the sermon, I want to focus in on what JD focused on as "The 3 Things That Are ALWAYS TRUE About God" because what we think and believe about who God is greatly affects the stance we take towards him and the stance we take towards him affects our worship of him. It's important to keep these things in mind because the circumstances of our lives do not always prompt us to worship, but when we focus on these truths, we have no choice but to worship joyfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three Truths About God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is in loving control&lt;/span&gt;: "If ever there was a time where it seemed like evil was in total control, it was at the cross, BUT it fulfilled God's will" We all face times in our lives when we feel like God is turning his back on us and the matters of our lives. Bad things happen, evil exists, and people will hurt us, but what is so awesome is that (to quote JD) "Satan has never come up with a plan to which God didn't answer 'That's perfect. It will suit my will perfectly.'" Anything that Satan or any person could use for evil against you is an opportunity to see God's hand in your life even when we don't see it at the time. What is important is that when we are faced with these challenges we are emotionally honest with God to admit the pain but intellectually humble enough to admit there are things about God that we just won't understand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God acts according to great mercy&lt;/span&gt;: And mercy is God &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; giving us what we deserve while grace is giving us what we don't deserve. By our very nature we are sinful and deserve the wrath of God, but the very fact that we wake up every morning is a demonstration of God's mercy towards us. Not understanding God's mercy towards us can really affect our relationship with him. If you are constantly thinking that you deserve God's wrath, you will feel guilty with his mercy. And if you think you don't deserve wrath, you can harbor resentment towards God when life doesn't go the way you think it should. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is tender towards us&lt;/span&gt;: "The Lord is righteous in all his ways and loving toward all he has made" (Psalm 145:17). God will provide for the things we need, he will lift us up when we fall, fix us when we are broken, watch over us and protect us. We are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his creation&lt;/span&gt; and his stance towards us is love and he loves us tenderly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To tie all of this pack to the topic of worship and prayer, how we view God determines how we worship. If God is nothing but useful to us, a means to an end or a way to make us feel better, we will have to discipline ourselves to pray. But if we embrace the truths above and God becomes beautiful to us, it is our joy to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Twenty-seven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding a church where I walk away each week with a new perspective&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing people who are truly joyful about the Lord&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good cry at a good movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting some order back to my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother, of course. She is a wonderful lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/8866023-4618970337910922968?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4618970337910922968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4618970337910922968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4618970337910922968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4618970337910922968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-8054249684309494020</id><published>2009-05-09T23:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:05:08.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One, Two, Three Strikes You're Out!</title><content type='html'>Baseball season has begun...and so has tee-ball season and I am quite excited because I have decided to volunteer and help one of the directors coach a tee ball team...The Rockies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our first practice and we definitely have a winning team on our hands ;) We have about 10 kids on the team and each one is as cute as can be. Obviously, some kids have more of a clue than others, but I think they are all ready to have some fun, and that's what is important. We worked on the basics today--what the positions are, ALWAYS run to first base first, how to field a ball, learning everybody's names, that sort of stuff. I'll actually have to miss our first game and a few practices, but I'm really excited...I'll make sure to keep everyone posted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Twenty-six:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The helpful sales girls at the mall today :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanging out with the team today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh baked cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sense of accomplishment that comes from doing laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To reflect on the accomplishments of all my friends who graduated today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/8866023-8054249684309494020?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8054249684309494020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=8054249684309494020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8054249684309494020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/8054249684309494020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-two-three-stikes-youre-out.html' title='One, Two, Three Strikes You&apos;re Out!'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-1320055741962052953</id><published>2009-05-09T22:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:43:17.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up is hard to do</title><content type='html'>Given the reason for my absence the past few days, it would only be appropriate to start off this entry with a big ol' &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ahoy There!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Camp Seafarer was a blast. It was fun to be back in summer camp mode, even if it was only for a few days. The trip was a good reminder of why I love resident camping so much. When you put kids in an environment that is so different from what they experience at home and you live in a cabin with them, you get to see different facets of their personalities and I love that. I love how relaxed camp is and how it just allows you to be away from normal for it a bit. Maybe one day God will put me back into the camping world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set-up at Seafarer is pretty sweet. Just about everything is on the water, which is cool; the cabins are huge with lots of room for stuff and hanging out (plus they have bathrooms in them!); the mess hall has a nice set up (I wish I could have seen the kitchen) and they definitely have their mealtimes down to a science. Supervision and accountability was a little more lax than I'm used to in that setting, but it seemed to work. I also liked that it had a very old-school summer camp feel with the bugle and the flag raising/lowering each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to work at an all girls camp. I mean, I definitely love being able to pour into young girls, and that would have been an ideal setting, and it definitely cuts out a whole mess of problems by eliminating boys. I have to say that I really enjoyed getting to spend time with the middle school girls this week. It's just fun to see what they get excited about, what they worry about, and to take a moment to be proud when they are doing the right thing and others aren't. The four of us had a rockin' time. I'm really glad I got the chance to go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Twenty-three&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Wednesday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That God has given me the ability to do decent devotions with teenage girls, even without much notice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arriving safely to Seafarer today and for the rain holding off, at least for now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That every group of campers always the one weird kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing kickball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to see how other camps run and what their traditions are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Twenty-four (Thursday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smell of honeysuckle on a warm breeze&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not waking up to an alarm clock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to try something completely new (Sailing!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How ridiculous middle schoolers are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That God has given me a liking for the weird kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Twenty-five (Friday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That no matter how "plugged in" and technologically advanced/demanding kids get, some of the simple joys of childhood are still around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching kids have the chance to get really excited about something that is new to them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to the movies. It is one of my absolutely favorite things to do (even though I don't do it often because they cost so much)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my camera arrived and appears to be safe, sound, and in proper working order&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to watch and be proud of how well behaved my girls were this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates from my time in NYC are still to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-1320055741962052953?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1320055741962052953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=1320055741962052953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1320055741962052953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1320055741962052953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Catching up is hard to do'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-7374111442716831663</id><published>2009-05-05T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:43:41.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again...</title><content type='html'>Well, the successful return home on Sunday is met with opening up the ol' duffle once again and heading back out of town. For the next three days I will be heading with Track Out over to Arapahoe, NC to hang out at Camp Seafarer. I'm excited. I don't think it comes as a surprise to anyone that I love resident camping and since this summer will be the first summer in fourteen years that I won't be at at any resident camp, I think this trip will be a nice little fix. It's always fun to get back into the cabin and flex the counseling muscles a bit ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I must get to bed because it's going to be a long (but fun) next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Twenty-two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. That, according to the boy in Chic-fil-A today, 1+1= flower; ow+ow=tooth; and 3+3=6&lt;br /&gt;2.The celebration of Cinco de Mayo with Taco Bell, Margarita flavored Bartles and James, and Enrique Inglesias.&lt;br /&gt;3. That Jordan and I made it home safely during the storm earlier. It was pretty intense.&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing change in people, and celebrating that change when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;5.Alarm clocks with short snooze times...otherwise I would not get out of bed in the morning.&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/8866023-7374111442716831663?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7374111442716831663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=7374111442716831663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7374111442716831663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7374111442716831663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-890921037676266936</id><published>2009-05-04T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:21:01.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm OK with being a guinea pig</title><content type='html'>I have a very faint memory from my childhood of doing some product testing for a company. I know it was when we still lived in West Virginia and I am pretty sure my friend Leslie was there as well. In all honesty, I have very little recollection of the products we actually tested, all I know, is that for sitting in a room and looking at pictures and stuff, I got a trial size of DEP hair gel (strange I know, but I think it was somehow associated with a Barbie that you were supposed to be able to style her hair or something) and Fruit Rollups--that is a sweet deal when you are a kid. I blame that experience entirely for my affinity for free things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I like doing research--from product testing, academic research, or just random queries of friends. I like filling out surveys and I like giving my opinion and sharing my experiences. It's fun to me. All that to say, I have decided to once again to volunteer my services as a product researcher and I am quite excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Twenty-one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Creative people who create little nuggets of gold like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apEZpYnN_1g"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rediscovering old songs I like but haven't thought about it awhile&lt;br /&gt;3. A productive day of discussion and evaluation (and sharing stories)&lt;br /&gt;4. The smell of rain and the sound of it outside my window&lt;br /&gt;5. Customer service representatives who do not act as if you are wasting their time or are stupid&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/8866023-890921037676266936?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/890921037676266936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=890921037676266936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/890921037676266936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/890921037676266936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-ok-with-being-guinea-pig.html' title='I&apos;m OK with being a guinea pig'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6297362010013897082</id><published>2009-05-03T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:07:04.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will play catch up later</title><content type='html'>...as you will find out when I get around to updating on the past few days, this weekend was eventful to say the least, so it was nice to have the afternoon and evening to relax. I was not entirely motivated to update on the past three days, but I was motivated to make a decision about the Nikon D60 and I decided to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, whenever I fly I always have the song "The Thing About Airplanes" by Andrew Peterson playing in my head. In particular, the line that says "Now the thing about airplanes I've noticed this time / is you can't look ahead, and you can't look behind / but you can see where you are when you look out the side / you can try to recover some peace." It's a song about longing, about discontentment, about disappointment, about wanting to be somewhere other than where you are at the moment even when you are in the midst of something perfectly good ("you know I love flying, especially at night";"the works of my Maker I'm flying beside")...I think it's pretty true of life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying is completely transitional. You know where you are coming from and you can anticipate where you will end up, but for however long you are in the plane, you are there with pretty much nowhere to go---you are trapped yet constantly moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to fall into the same mindset with life. It's easy to start to feel restless. It's easy to feel trapped by where you are in life. It's easy to feel discontent even when nothing is wrong with life. We can get nostalgic for the past and fantasize about the future and completely miss where we are in the present, yet life keeps going on whether we choose to realize it or not.  I have found that is is when we most fully embrace the present, we are most content in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I do my fair share of overlooking the present, but as a believer, it's so contradictory to what I know to be true--my past is forgotten and my (immediate) future is not promised and I already know my ultimate destination, that leaves no choice but to be a good steward of my time in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Twenty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For returning home safely and having time to relax.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I am fortunate enough to be able to do and have the things that make me happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Window seats on airplanes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I get to sleep in a little bit tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiny surprises from the bff when I get home (we're growing plants!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-6297362010013897082?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6297362010013897082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6297362010013897082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6297362010013897082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6297362010013897082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-play-catch-up-later.html' title='I will play catch up later'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-7833589632777231561</id><published>2009-04-29T23:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:43:21.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>I am a terrible packer. I always wait until the very last minute to do it. I always pack more stuff than I need. And I often over-estimate the amount of shoes that I will need (I also tend to over-estimate the long term comfort of shoe choices). I am going up to New York this weekend and I am almost positive that everything I packed will be, to a degree, a bad choice, because my mind still wants to dress for North Carolina. Oh well...I will live. There is also a chance of rain...boo that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about the trip though. Starting two years ago, my mom and I decided to take an annual trip. We originally planned on it being to Charleston, because we both love going down there, but this year we decided to take a trip up the New York. We will be staying with my aunt and uncle in New Jersey and then spend a day in NYC and another day in Philadelphia. It will be action packed, but I think it will be fun. Aaand, I am FINALLY going to see Wicked, which I am obviously psyched out of my mind about. And fun fact, one of the families from the Y is going to be at the same show. Small world, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure I would want to call New York City home forever, but I definitely would like to live there for a year or two at some point in my life. I think a lot of people have that same desire, and I know it's definitely been on my mind for the past couple of years. I just think it would be an exciting time to see the city in its fullness, not just snapshot glimpses on weekend trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I do not plan on taking my computer with me on my trip, so my posts for the next couple of days will be postponed, but no worries, they will come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Sixteen&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I mange to operate pretty well even when I don't get enough sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my mom gives me a call whenever she has bible questions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For everyone who is giving me input about my decision to buy a camera (I still haven't decided)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The opportunity to work out with a trainer. Not only is it good for taking care of my body, it's cool to see a different side of the Y&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Facebook, while without a doubt a terrible time waster, is a wonderful tool for catching up with people, without which I would do much less of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-7833589632777231561?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7833589632777231561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=7833589632777231561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7833589632777231561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7833589632777231561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-7812506434729053057</id><published>2009-04-28T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:13:59.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from the salon chair</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I go onto the Wake Tech website and think about what would be a fun degree to pick up in my spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have really considered Baking and Pastry Arts several times, because I really want to make beautiful, edible goodies. I love watching Food Network Challenge and Ace of Cakes, not thinking I'd ever be that good, but thinking that it would be fun to try my hand at cake decorating and construction and whatnot. Plus, I am itching to play with fondant...I'm fascinated by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also considered Cosmetology. I feel like that could be such an awesome way to minister to people. I think everyone, at least every girl I know, understands the difference a "cute day" versus a "fat day" can make, and a lot of times when we feel like we are looking our best on the outside, it gives us a boost to let all the good things on the inside show too. Don't get me wrong, I am 100% inner beauty is more important than hair, make-up, and clothes, but it just breaks my heart when I watch shows or see people who have such low self-image that they can't see anything good in themselves, they don't even see themselves as worth investing any time on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting my hair cut today and listening to and watching the people around me I thought, how fun it must be when you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; know&lt;/span&gt; you've given someone a great haircut that they love. That can do a lot for a person. Then I thought, what if I could have a job that would help others, especially girls and women, see just how beautiful they are? Just think of the doors it would open to speak truth into those lives about where their true worth comes from, and I think it would be a great reminder to myself about where my true worth comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just add it to the life to-do list :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Fifteen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Random quests for knowledge brought upon by Jordan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freshly cut hair in a style that I really like :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Encouragement that comes from hearing what the Lord has done in other people's lives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My upcoming trip to NYC with mi madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiet moments in my car over my lunch break to just sit and enjoy the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-7812506434729053057?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7812506434729053057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=7812506434729053057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7812506434729053057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7812506434729053057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-from-salon-chair.html' title='Thoughts from the salon chair'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-4739821654256204353</id><published>2009-04-27T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:47:07.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The internet is a dark, scary abyss...</title><content type='html'>...one that I get sucked into far too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the internet for various reasons. Communication with just about everyone I know is at my fingertips...I can get answers to burning questions like "Did that dude ever do any other movies?" or "What's the name of that kid who did that movie about that stuff?" in seconds...I can watch just about anything I can think of from my childhood thanks to somebody on YouTube...and I can spend hours looking at things that I don't need to buy, and thus making me feel somewhat more materialistic than I probably already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pondering the idea of a digital SLR for sometime now. When they first came out, they were way out of my price range, but over the years a decent camera has become quite reasonably priced and my income has become much more steady than it has been the past few years. And recently, I have been doing a lot of browsing around on several websites and have found some potentially really sweet deals on the camera that I am thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it really comes down to it, I don't need it, I just want it. And while I feel like I am in a phase of life where it is slightly more acceptable to be a little more self-indulgent, I am still quite torn. And what is worse is that the more I look into them, the more obligated I feel to actually buy one now that I've invested so much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I am incredibly indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do about my soul.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Fourteen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I live in a neighborhood with so many children. They provide endless moments of entertainment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That a song I like came on the radio in the weight room that gave me that extra few minutes of motivation to finish my workout. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh strawberries that Jordan was willing to share with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Random phone calls from my friend Petra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the Lord wakes me up every morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-4739821654256204353?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4739821654256204353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=4739821654256204353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4739821654256204353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/4739821654256204353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/internet-is-dark-scary-abyss.html' title='The internet is a dark, scary abyss...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-7020826253796818654</id><published>2009-04-26T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:05:05.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Behavior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Our sin is disgusting, and Jesus became that sin for us." JD Greear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By human standards, Jesus wasn't right in the head. It's pretty obvious when you think about the crucifixion. It wasn't just some nice gesture, or even just an act of fulfillment to the prophets. It was a brutal display of pure hatred taken on by Jesus for the sake of people who stood in direct opposition to him (which is what we were in our sin). Jesus took our place--the principle of substitution. This is the first part of what JD spoke about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus didn't just take our place on the cross, throughout the gospel of Matthew we can see Jesus reliving the steps of the nation of Israel, but rather than leaving a legacy marked with disobedience and turmoil, Jesus lives as we ought. His life early on begins with an exile out of Egypt. He spends 4o nights in the desert just like the Israelites spent 40 years. He gives the new law to the people from the mount, just as the Israelites received the law from Moses from atop the mountain. Jesus is baptized not because he needed to repent of anything for himself, but because he was standing in for all of us, who are in desperate need of redemption, thus allowing God's words to him ("This is my son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.") to be God's words to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of JD's sermon was about how absolutely essential it is for us to find our identity in those words God speaks over us and not in the lies that Satan feeds us. In the desert when Jesus was being tempted, the devil isn't neccesarily tempting Jesus in the physical world. Rather, he is trying to make him doubt the identity God had just bestowed upon him at his baptism. The devil isn't telling Jesus he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the Son of God, he is just raising the "if" questions, that when posed to any human mind would lead to at least a temporary identity crisis. But not Jesus, he is able to combat the devil's tempations by believing as truth what God says about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some lessons that I feel like God has to present to me over and over again (it's proof that God pursues his children), and the one of finding my identity in Christ is one of them.  For years I have struggled with constantly comparing myself to others and with putting my worth and identity in the opinions that others have of me (or worse, not what they actually think but what I think they think). It's definitely the most prominent way the devil tries to pull my mind away from God. It's so hard to grasp the idea that Jesus loves me completely and to hold on tight to that concept. But what's harder than that is to give God's opinion the weight it should have. It's one thing to get it and another thing to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Thirteen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The little boy at Target today who was very excited about finding THREE pairs of shoes in his mom's size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That God has allowed me to keep up with a few campers from summers gone by and that I am able to influence the people they are becoming.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The whole genre of children's fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to watch some of the girls from my small group get baptized today after church.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Online radio stations that play nothing but showtunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/8866023-7020826253796818654?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7020826253796818654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=7020826253796818654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7020826253796818654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/7020826253796818654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/unexpected-behavior.html' title='Unexpected Behavior'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-1511016877419416190</id><published>2009-04-25T23:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:34:10.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PickleFest 09</title><content type='html'>A month or so into Jordan and I living together, we had the idea to start hitting up local random festivals. It started with the Fiesta del Pueblo and the Greek Festival over at the state fair grounds, and it expanded into us looking up all sorts festivals across the state and putting them into our handy, dandy "social events calendar." We plan these trips more than we actual attend them (things come up, ya know), but one just can't pass up something like the Pickle Festival in good ol' Mt. Olive, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is what we did today and I'm a better (and rather sunburnt) person for it, although I was somewhat disappointed at the lack of overall pickle culture. I mean, they handed out free pickles, which was pretty sweet, Mr. Crisp was walking around, and there really are Pickle Princesses, but other than that, it's a lot like the state fair--turkey legs, funnel cakes, and a wide variety of people from all walks of life :) I just feel like if you have a theme, you need to go all out. For example, if you are going to be having pig and duck races, the pigs should be in pickle costumes. If you are going to have a car show, I think the contestants should have to work a pickle theme into their presentation. And EVERY food stand should have some sort of signature pickle related food. I could do great things with a festival like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the day wore me completely out, so I'm off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Twelve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people of Mt. Olive who take pride in their town. They provided hours of entertainment today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I can watch Son-in-Law over and over again and still find it funny each time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cocoa Butter and the soothing effect it has on my sunburt skin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who are willing to be silly in public places. Like the man on the bus today who was talking like Arnlod Schwarzenegger. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chilidogs and icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-1511016877419416190?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1511016877419416190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=1511016877419416190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1511016877419416190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1511016877419416190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/picklefest-09.html' title='PickleFest 09'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-949425272626722663</id><published>2009-04-24T23:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:01:26.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Made It...barely</title><content type='html'>I set out to start this post much earlier than now, but I got distracted...so I am just barely getting today's list in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Eleven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The little girl who told me she wanted to invite me to her birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The woman at the Gap today who was sincerely realizing how great she looked in jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugh Grant double features on a Friday night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping with the window open :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zebra print flip flops (too bad there are no more safari days)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is the &lt;a href="http://www.ncpicklefest.org/"&gt;Pickle Festiva&lt;/a&gt;l in Mt. Olive and I have to admit I am pretty psyched out of my mind. They apparently give out tons of free pickles, have a pickle launch, pickle bowling, and a pickle packing contest. Oh, and not to mention the Pickle Princess pageant!&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/8866023-949425272626722663?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/949425272626722663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=949425272626722663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/949425272626722663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/949425272626722663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/made-itbarely.html' title='Made It...barely'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-2948766645280470842</id><published>2009-04-23T21:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:02:27.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Man, I am about as worn out as a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YVQ0jfZqsE"&gt;lady&lt;/a&gt; can get today. I have had trouble falling asleep the past few nights and I think it's finally catching up with me. I'm so not in college anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of college, I can't believe it's been almost an entire year since I graduated. That is totally nuts! A year went by so fast. This time last year I was doing about 101 things at once and living off Diet Coke and Cheddar Chex Mix as I was finishing up my thesis, studying for exams, doing presentations, and squeezing in last minutes of tomfoolery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough on that, this child needs to get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Ten:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my mom and my house are ok even though Myrtle Beach has apparently gone up in flames.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Office--it makes me laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That tomorrow is Friday. I'm just tired and need to get some sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Motivation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I have actually stuck with my commitment in these posts and not let my laziness or sleepiness get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-2948766645280470842?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2948766645280470842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=2948766645280470842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2948766645280470842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/2948766645280470842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-1185160781691972589</id><published>2009-04-22T21:54:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:21:53.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess they like me...</title><content type='html'>...or if not...i am getting very mixed signals ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Administrative Professionals Appreciation Day and I had no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pull up to the Y this morning and I notice something weird is on my office window. My first thought was "What did after school do to my office?" (Sorry FGT). But when I walked inside I was overwhelmed with a display of streamers, balloons, flowers, and all sorts of goodies :) The directors had decorated my office just for the occasion! It was totally a surprise and it just made my heart happy. They are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too good&lt;/span&gt; to me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. It 's always encouraging to hear that you are doing a good job and that you are contributing to the team, but in all honestly, I have been more than supported in my job and I know that is a HUGE factor in why I am able to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is as I walked in the door....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_TSlo2AYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TSbwIC3ABi4/s1600-h/DSCF1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_TSlo2AYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TSbwIC3ABi4/s320/DSCF1013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327709200497115522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and this is my desk (check out the fancy streamer job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_TS2oIOtI/AAAAAAAAACE/KfHZYy9Cd4E/s1600-h/DSCF1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_TS2oIOtI/AAAAAAAAACE/KfHZYy9Cd4E/s320/DSCF1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327709205057518290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See what I mean, spoiled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_TTKdYveI/AAAAAAAAACM/rtpzBSKRcG4/s1600-h/DSCF1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_TTKdYveI/AAAAAAAAACM/rtpzBSKRcG4/s320/DSCF1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327709210381172194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Handcrafted my Meredith Cox herself. "It's green, because you like green" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_TTlal6HI/AAAAAAAAACc/LmtSyYEkedw/s1600-h/DSCF1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_TTlal6HI/AAAAAAAAACc/LmtSyYEkedw/s320/DSCF1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327709217617209458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder who might have been the creator of this work of art?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_TTfWPjeI/AAAAAAAAACU/4dxAne56vmY/s1600-h/DSCF1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_TTfWPjeI/AAAAAAAAACU/4dxAne56vmY/s320/DSCF1033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327709215988354530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course, the BEAUTIFUL flowers. So pretty I had to go home and take pictures :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_WMcnds7I/AAAAAAAAACk/RRmKeYIXzbo/s1600-h/DSCF1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_WMcnds7I/AAAAAAAAACk/RRmKeYIXzbo/s320/DSCF1054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327712393531077554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Nine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think it goes without saying, the opportunity to have the job I do and work with the people that I do and all the kindness they bestow on me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the state licensing people were not scary or mean and were willing to help me understand what I need to do to meet compliance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classic Rock-n-Roll music and the boogie woogie piano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I am going to the Pickle Festival with my bff on Saturday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the best costume I saw today was put together by a little girl and her daddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-1185160781691972589?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1185160781691972589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=1185160781691972589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1185160781691972589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/1185160781691972589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-guess-they-like-me.html' title='I guess they like me...'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_346gCoUrpR4/Se_TSlo2AYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TSbwIC3ABi4/s72-c/DSCF1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866023.post-6589690374533277462</id><published>2009-04-21T22:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:06:22.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The written word</title><content type='html'>I will take the written word over the spoken word any day-- for a couple reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I am a much better writer than I am a speaker. I can look over something I have written and give myself a pat on the back; but if I have to watch myself speaking publicly or hear myself recorded, I want to cringe and back into a corner. And while I can eloquently present something to a group if I want (usually after writing everything out) and there are times when I know the Lord gives me the words to carry on good conversations, on the whole, I wouldn't say expressing myself verbally is a strong suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I love the tangibility of the written word. You can have a good conversation with someone, and you might remember a significant phrase verbatim or you can recall the gist of what they were saying, but if you receive a really good letter, that's yours to keep and you can revisit it whenever you want. That's what is so amazing about Scripture; it is a letter from God that we can just read over and over again until the binding gets tattered or we've written all over the page or whatever :) It's a tangible tool from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, I like to be cautious with the words that I say and I get frustrated when I don't feel like I have adequately communicated what I want to say, so the written word allows me to get everything out the way I want it to be without getting sidetracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am by no means undermining the importance of face to face contact or the necessity of verbal communication, I just know what I like better. And I think the Lord has given me a gift and a passion for writing, and lately I feel like He has been calling me to use it to encourage others. I think that is part of why I have been so excited about blogging more consistently this past week or so--I like writing for an audience (even if it is a small one), especially if it's something I think the Lord can use to encourage them. So, I hope that is what this blog is doing. Yes, the challenge has been good for me personally, but I want it to reach further than my own growth and walk with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Eight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Summit small group. I have been really blessed to get plugged in with such a great group of ladies and I am excited and hopeful that the Lord will continue to grow our group and our relationships.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;That today half of my day consisted of playing on a playground with kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;That all those years of watching professional wrestling paid off by having something "cool" to talk about with a 5th grade boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the Chic-fil-A on Six Forks...Obviously I love their food and their sweet tea (and I probably eat there more than I should), but I am thankful for the staff who work there and for their having such a great environment. I spend many a lunch break there and I feel quite welcome to sit and read or write while I'm eating my kids meal :) The people watching is great too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;That my friends Brandon and Ansley are pregnant. I CANNOT WAIT to see their baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866023-6589690374533277462?l=livetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6589690374533277462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866023&amp;postID=6589690374533277462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6589690374533277462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866023/posts/default/6589690374533277462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/written-word.html' title='The written word'/><author><name>livetoshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682268214624279710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
