tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70910325864901134792024-03-14T04:02:35.133-07:00A Grand Scene for a Color FilmKristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-53188691447581969732011-12-31T14:30:00.001-08:002011-12-31T15:06:39.871-08:002011 in Film<div style="text-align: center;">Last year I did a photo breakdown of 2010 so I thought I would keep the tradition (can you call it that after only doing it once?) going with 2011! </div><div style="text-align: center;">2012 holds some very very exciting events: getting my teaching credential (and first teaching job? *Fingers crossed*) and.... getting married! But before that can happen, we gotta get through tonight!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is the year in color film ;) </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>January</b> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Spent New Year's Eve & Day with my beautiful Godson (who is now huge and talking and running around!)</span></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvibe3zzpbC7qe70yflMFTPbT0pLypTF5qe6xQqhPU6ZFSZy1XARb34FdxE9A8aLvO_6HREzC73yjzESPcEAJ3VlVW6LzzaYGE7bNYRcJtaENLvg3kbPyym2_KqpdpoEpeiSPNK1vGey0/s1600/IMG_6740.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvibe3zzpbC7qe70yflMFTPbT0pLypTF5qe6xQqhPU6ZFSZy1XARb34FdxE9A8aLvO_6HREzC73yjzESPcEAJ3VlVW6LzzaYGE7bNYRcJtaENLvg3kbPyym2_KqpdpoEpeiSPNK1vGey0/s320/IMG_6740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692429174299709026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My dearest Great Uncle passed away leaving behind great memories and bringing the family together to remember. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0WjHc9XirOcZdBQyMBPFYTvWuXTrMoGSGGYHr8O6jTcv7wsNixYynFJUfwRY0Zmx1Je6h3zBNkGRq6q5o3lAyGTiHfgjaqtAOr6jIrwf4dBSlOqFfgw3wMqtfnzcFUVbME9sYjchXTI/s1600/sc00068f14.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0WjHc9XirOcZdBQyMBPFYTvWuXTrMoGSGGYHr8O6jTcv7wsNixYynFJUfwRY0Zmx1Je6h3zBNkGRq6q5o3lAyGTiHfgjaqtAOr6jIrwf4dBSlOqFfgw3wMqtfnzcFUVbME9sYjchXTI/s320/sc00068f14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692429172238085778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>February </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Sara turned 21 and we celebrated in Palm Springs! </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNoeKyMdxp7d5Bq9gFfkknN2NVpKrMaOJsjF8Mz3BlVqADOb37zurWCZNqThIVwH3nbSi-XPI9B8j4uX_Jplqqy0CvhTOUT9vHVMTKIRAeX7K7cVjwN1pewd6TjLdElTJvoggdaUb8sI/s1600/IMG_6778.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNoeKyMdxp7d5Bq9gFfkknN2NVpKrMaOJsjF8Mz3BlVqADOb37zurWCZNqThIVwH3nbSi-XPI9B8j4uX_Jplqqy0CvhTOUT9vHVMTKIRAeX7K7cVjwN1pewd6TjLdElTJvoggdaUb8sI/s320/IMG_6778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692428826739154962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I threw Lauren her bridal shower :) </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRzWk52I-q6iODFQimdLxHVws-r3V9N0_u3eJQE84MefpJ5jvX1ZI7uteigmD2UFK6IECkYg4gHYp6OnHf5qapvbPXJVup1uxwnatVpsDWal5Q_jYAB5GCnZSqT1FygrUUJJCrRAPpTk/s1600/IMG_6897.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRzWk52I-q6iODFQimdLxHVws-r3V9N0_u3eJQE84MefpJ5jvX1ZI7uteigmD2UFK6IECkYg4gHYp6OnHf5qapvbPXJVup1uxwnatVpsDWal5Q_jYAB5GCnZSqT1FygrUUJJCrRAPpTk/s320/IMG_6897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692428820182250530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>March</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Traveled to Baltimore during Spring Break in March to serve the local church and do community outreach. </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpClqQ4NRRLDGRHYyfLxpczQGK_rupIUUJhNiphLQtYirK3K27vR-jMt8tUKaaNomUtZfH4UHmXWrw8RXQp4KXxG_AkM_2uK9beozr8JnRQj2qX1eGa31OF91APEhs1U8gHqbqeNYFIFs/s1600/32.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpClqQ4NRRLDGRHYyfLxpczQGK_rupIUUJhNiphLQtYirK3K27vR-jMt8tUKaaNomUtZfH4UHmXWrw8RXQp4KXxG_AkM_2uK9beozr8JnRQj2qX1eGa31OF91APEhs1U8gHqbqeNYFIFs/s320/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692428523247782274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>April</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Lauren and Isaac get married!! Luis is the best man and I am a bridesmaid. I watched Elias that night too (more bonding time with nina and her favorite little man) </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zpt6mMXu1L-omzYdjp_RZE3v1MpNAGm2u2uiQfYNqN22UYQpDg4fKhUmzTTeqoIvR7TnHFPIBzP86vuUwV6HbehAiU23Ov7WoCgIYiQpT1nKAnkVzcaOzERTV6iKyGHT9hp-3hayMIE/s1600/_DSC4421.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zpt6mMXu1L-omzYdjp_RZE3v1MpNAGm2u2uiQfYNqN22UYQpDg4fKhUmzTTeqoIvR7TnHFPIBzP86vuUwV6HbehAiU23Ov7WoCgIYiQpT1nKAnkVzcaOzERTV6iKyGHT9hp-3hayMIE/s320/_DSC4421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692427989401427938" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoWgtdZPBDyF_ADBV7clmW_4G2XMFxy6wu026nacwSTXqeJoeDqvK-Jpes7BtfcJ53eoPhGs7Jrdzek5WcHCCE95W6D-s02sRJws-5MIVDPs8w4qW_WKivCwTNckzJFprgkWSiqWef4aY/s1600/photo.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoWgtdZPBDyF_ADBV7clmW_4G2XMFxy6wu026nacwSTXqeJoeDqvK-Jpes7BtfcJ53eoPhGs7Jrdzek5WcHCCE95W6D-s02sRJws-5MIVDPs8w4qW_WKivCwTNckzJFprgkWSiqWef4aY/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692427986129190898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>May</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Sara and I graduate from college- on the same day! A giant party is held on the following day :) </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8ob933IWk9oDszgl1l7MuQofqYgTqYkM-qpyANrAxUH3mlde7zDNV6WF0MR5pzZmr0iakEsFvf6BSNRTYNElvG7Y5fOmqatNGF38Y5puFtgHdz7C3UD5Li0thnv4jdd27Dz2Z27ub_0/s1600/IMG_7443.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8ob933IWk9oDszgl1l7MuQofqYgTqYkM-qpyANrAxUH3mlde7zDNV6WF0MR5pzZmr0iakEsFvf6BSNRTYNElvG7Y5fOmqatNGF38Y5puFtgHdz7C3UD5Li0thnv4jdd27Dz2Z27ub_0/s320/IMG_7443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692427694438064722" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkGqpFQ-ui3KjnFV43nxCe3pCTiZeaGu4QwZZpfONwxT-rfuxMDG_JOzvs03UGbZANhywTqbWTIg4WEozWcdMsDrHUXYnt96vgwc15WOf43cLL260wVS86FEQGPyw773E9O6JxyswtpI/s1600/IMG_7501.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkGqpFQ-ui3KjnFV43nxCe3pCTiZeaGu4QwZZpfONwxT-rfuxMDG_JOzvs03UGbZANhywTqbWTIg4WEozWcdMsDrHUXYnt96vgwc15WOf43cLL260wVS86FEQGPyw773E9O6JxyswtpI/s320/IMG_7501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692427697642140018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My mom and I go on a week long cruise to Mexico and Catalina. Parasailing, eating a lot, relaxing by the pool... and holding baby lions</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipt671vQUM2ALv_YBM3grKMv4_mRNyRpMKx-LZkabvfcSdE2tPi_p75nwCgdCaLoBWSpJ3vH84RWOkIJbYpCkYIdV0jyNMMD-_aUdHeKHnJQ4FMrWxwEQq2b79d5EZeLo2LLy9nWu5GAI/s1600/IMG_7644.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipt671vQUM2ALv_YBM3grKMv4_mRNyRpMKx-LZkabvfcSdE2tPi_p75nwCgdCaLoBWSpJ3vH84RWOkIJbYpCkYIdV0jyNMMD-_aUdHeKHnJQ4FMrWxwEQq2b79d5EZeLo2LLy9nWu5GAI/s320/IMG_7644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692427227283483858" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>June </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Dear friends Blake and Turell get married!! </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohFW-DoHEr4Q6nvH6357hZifJryO4OX3p8tD7dYxKxEzCkuqtlo3A5lJrUc-poqyfn72lM2pvx4jxjSyQacY50oFACjOt-EtunoIG-wnNXUX3XKrhF_UOwqHAJEOsU_gO4c6x4RwJgQs/s1600/IMG_0381.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohFW-DoHEr4Q6nvH6357hZifJryO4OX3p8tD7dYxKxEzCkuqtlo3A5lJrUc-poqyfn72lM2pvx4jxjSyQacY50oFACjOt-EtunoIG-wnNXUX3XKrhF_UOwqHAJEOsU_gO4c6x4RwJgQs/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692426876703575522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I travel to San Francisco to visit the lovely Rebecca Wurm </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXSq0er6DHyi-6HuiP12Xt9l0bS2dHd6LYrtuzOoJl6uAiK9tWzFc50g-tv15LQ4aiK6ENjOQJkgLBusvYn4gDHNfy7Crk5BeqWFQ3FanFsDfhJqYkoIGF2ll1pr7H0oKBv80qrN82Kc/s1600/IMG_0386.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXSq0er6DHyi-6HuiP12Xt9l0bS2dHd6LYrtuzOoJl6uAiK9tWzFc50g-tv15LQ4aiK6ENjOQJkgLBusvYn4gDHNfy7Crk5BeqWFQ3FanFsDfhJqYkoIGF2ll1pr7H0oKBv80qrN82Kc/s320/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692426869593817938" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b>July </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">We celebrate Kevin's birthday by riding bikes to the Huntington Beach Pier/ Main Street. </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkICBayLcuAmR83fMJ9MVi2WtmCLzMuk0kE2YkXSGYx2yMFoUXEIJ-cvCFfCbJE-z1wbA9B9ml4-nfsDe8_SEByEG_yJaQEqDhhlfmb8c4NLLacxDEU1pVNcio82MbdOQ1z49nDsIPQMg/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkICBayLcuAmR83fMJ9MVi2WtmCLzMuk0kE2YkXSGYx2yMFoUXEIJ-cvCFfCbJE-z1wbA9B9ml4-nfsDe8_SEByEG_yJaQEqDhhlfmb8c4NLLacxDEU1pVNcio82MbdOQ1z49nDsIPQMg/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692426709354569122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tamale Party in Long Beach :) </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Y_kuKbkJZT4jrSHoKchiaqPzibDr66E3n9qtx5IeBg9Nj-K87tnhEEf04ElwGe39_IQTaUc4hQSJxx_vrdvs740X1B-9v0o1vE5uA0m_xw0b-ylOlyz36dkhiAKzRFR8QqlpAJVADGE/s1600/IMG_0464.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Y_kuKbkJZT4jrSHoKchiaqPzibDr66E3n9qtx5IeBg9Nj-K87tnhEEf04ElwGe39_IQTaUc4hQSJxx_vrdvs740X1B-9v0o1vE5uA0m_xw0b-ylOlyz36dkhiAKzRFR8QqlpAJVADGE/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692426709986199410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>August</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Luis moves out of his house and in with Sara in Huntington Beach! </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs-s389duQje7crEc3PJ-hxaV3AP25ZLzWE0mdoi0pZrZSwY0l7Lw6sPm64Jv-DPtUlkS4nNXye1o4zISdWjvAzCUKV5-bJWeczYRgQcGnWHCqjYDfyOBSXGGK3H4bpHflygoEiFtwik/s1600/IMG_0549.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs-s389duQje7crEc3PJ-hxaV3AP25ZLzWE0mdoi0pZrZSwY0l7Lw6sPm64Jv-DPtUlkS4nNXye1o4zISdWjvAzCUKV5-bJWeczYRgQcGnWHCqjYDfyOBSXGGK3H4bpHflygoEiFtwik/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692426576902416354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>September </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">I start graduate school at the University of California Irvine to get my Elementary Teaching Credential </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDeP-XP4pjXEYPYCtq9LQlWdw0SspmKa7ciSBUHwQl7WzA7u7Gdz55BE2KTV-6BTiFzFamplCj-91_mIiBYCAGa3MTYsPAryJ39v3EH5V45uinlwJBrIx6fIswLTEFM0_FenjgJuh6l0A/s1600/IMG_0650.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDeP-XP4pjXEYPYCtq9LQlWdw0SspmKa7ciSBUHwQl7WzA7u7Gdz55BE2KTV-6BTiFzFamplCj-91_mIiBYCAGa3MTYsPAryJ39v3EH5V45uinlwJBrIx6fIswLTEFM0_FenjgJuh6l0A/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692426398245626674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I get my very first teaching desk in my Fifth Grade classroom! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQOma1AECGIRmVLFy7R18URnPRHEW6JTkIz34Y7FY_lruo0RsXomPfMeo_bgFvmQgVZDE4M46-R8Kig96s0YlK37snA2FR5XolHveEBOeLxiy6kFQS69JsGpgR2a9O514pbBv7INI4yo/s1600/IMG_0658.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQOma1AECGIRmVLFy7R18URnPRHEW6JTkIz34Y7FY_lruo0RsXomPfMeo_bgFvmQgVZDE4M46-R8Kig96s0YlK37snA2FR5XolHveEBOeLxiy6kFQS69JsGpgR2a9O514pbBv7INI4yo/s320/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692426396035480930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Elias turns ONE and we celebrate with a Toy Story themed party at the Leland house. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEMOoohO6Ocy_zSD2sBN1nQNZXw0ielR2YGbFLOoJMF0E3lvUfaeS4W0KbZF8-E0_lahiq2LkSdLAbRlAaNZQuohovE-51CczdbSdREpvyYXaTyCOP8_sg48P-x_8-tWUgLhlD-VnaZ0/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEMOoohO6Ocy_zSD2sBN1nQNZXw0ielR2YGbFLOoJMF0E3lvUfaeS4W0KbZF8-E0_lahiq2LkSdLAbRlAaNZQuohovE-51CczdbSdREpvyYXaTyCOP8_sg48P-x_8-tWUgLhlD-VnaZ0/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692426144118516690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>October </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">I say goodbye to The Turdette/Club Static/my old car </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">and say hello to my wonderful new car from the Miller family :) </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsOEyCYTWIBDvaASYe4fvpAA9e8kWcHtm0nXjZ_pmQJjGl_S15X2I05qPbne9z44QshC8UG_RAoIZ24Lft8eIu51P0ZtQyulmDwv-SRTx3K1SG4tM-ORGOzLoI1n0bj4-SSnEauELU6U/s1600/IMG_0783.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsOEyCYTWIBDvaASYe4fvpAA9e8kWcHtm0nXjZ_pmQJjGl_S15X2I05qPbne9z44QshC8UG_RAoIZ24Lft8eIu51P0ZtQyulmDwv-SRTx3K1SG4tM-ORGOzLoI1n0bj4-SSnEauELU6U/s320/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692425731439549634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And I sell my old car to Laura Mancilla (keepin it in the family) </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTtpvjqujnzJPvg6l-fXkrCKBPlIKVb7gx6WXv-a1ZZvfNDrsh8f5yJ9XNicXc9Hax4biolWetzOODHSwRBc9MggEa39YK7k_Vpx53qJbskNFvRPdnRNstwfRUQAhGQ4MugkqxrwasZ38/s1600/IMG_0841.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTtpvjqujnzJPvg6l-fXkrCKBPlIKVb7gx6WXv-a1ZZvfNDrsh8f5yJ9XNicXc9Hax4biolWetzOODHSwRBc9MggEa39YK7k_Vpx53qJbskNFvRPdnRNstwfRUQAhGQ4MugkqxrwasZ38/s320/IMG_0841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692425730939476994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>November </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">The family celebrates Thanksgiving in San Diego... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Swimming with the dolphins included </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">{Swimming, Beatles tribute band, Sea World} </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFD-y6EJS4cGazUda5bIz4NiDlC7tIdTXPVjGQxMbSOHXtf5ArladRDGHeQBVc73b-PYmMuShhixf2SA6OH89zZlCxtf82RmyIPh_0-7GpVK9yAVx5Wb3VDBxavX51m-VQ9__bf5xFTXg/s1600/M112411_00_8551.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFD-y6EJS4cGazUda5bIz4NiDlC7tIdTXPVjGQxMbSOHXtf5ArladRDGHeQBVc73b-PYmMuShhixf2SA6OH89zZlCxtf82RmyIPh_0-7GpVK9yAVx5Wb3VDBxavX51m-VQ9__bf5xFTXg/s320/M112411_00_8551.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692425359803505778" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTc23ewz3-s39nxTRun7Ax-_arlRvRr6WJjE6UdS0N61U3yqdFD_EMN4oqSkgIxAVad6G9ElV5qBEGjFd2vJhQfweQOD-MTyOrqi023I2sIc31svvwYx1G5UYdTkBvTy2olCtI53Ncxk4/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTc23ewz3-s39nxTRun7Ax-_arlRvRr6WJjE6UdS0N61U3yqdFD_EMN4oqSkgIxAVad6G9ElV5qBEGjFd2vJhQfweQOD-MTyOrqi023I2sIc31svvwYx1G5UYdTkBvTy2olCtI53Ncxk4/s320/IMG_0993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692425352480325506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>December </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Luis and I get engaged in Catalina! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">BEST. DAY. EVER. </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56Bfh1TMIrOXkAOzrVp35szRZjHHEG-lbNJm5hFozFvmEoEcU9QqOXCUm1hdnNjZ61FciV6b_x3KaQ8ILaOJli8xukiYteQPBI6zQZpF1yfVHxaMgNIe2xHHYpOf2spe_WpeRgHJUkXQ/s1600/108.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56Bfh1TMIrOXkAOzrVp35szRZjHHEG-lbNJm5hFozFvmEoEcU9QqOXCUm1hdnNjZ61FciV6b_x3KaQ8ILaOJli8xukiYteQPBI6zQZpF1yfVHxaMgNIe2xHHYpOf2spe_WpeRgHJUkXQ/s320/108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424521831744466" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjen_En8XaZHgN92lQ3vNPqENfH9o9ZEW_sJhyh3aeNwOkXGWk7NdKNDd33ATgvLZ7lF8AHJRdinGNBnrTd6FZMkopvTaTJal4mfN48LcVHlZgy3EyPsOVlvSxhy2RAtVgxhpIsc1XGE/s1600/210.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjen_En8XaZHgN92lQ3vNPqENfH9o9ZEW_sJhyh3aeNwOkXGWk7NdKNDd33ATgvLZ7lF8AHJRdinGNBnrTd6FZMkopvTaTJal4mfN48LcVHlZgy3EyPsOVlvSxhy2RAtVgxhpIsc1XGE/s320/210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692423935992583522" /></a><br /></div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-34141661215646956512011-10-13T21:53:00.000-07:002011-10-13T22:09:49.986-07:00How do you like them apples?!The Lord is really working on my heart lately; shaping me into the woman that He created me to be. He is using many different avenues and people to do this in my life. <div>When discovering what it means to be a godly woman, it is generally a good idea to look to God's word. </div><div>Every day, I get more and more peace and strength as I explore God's purpose for women. </div><div>God created us to be the helper. When I look at my own personality, I see the characteristics within me that would make me a helper: organized, efficient, caring, etc. I see how God has formed most women with the desire to nurture and care and be the support. </div><div>In the context of men, it is hard for women (especially in big bad America) to see themselves as the helper. Our culture has taken the word <b>SUBMIT</b> and camped-out there without looking at the beautiful context of submission. Before we are married (and also within marriage) we are to first submit to the Lord. This submission is a place of <i>rest</i>. Not a statement of value or worth, but rather of roles and responsibilities. As we find rest in our role as helpers, carrying a quiet strength, we become empowered to see God move in our lives. </div><div>But just as Eve was tempted to take control of her situation, daily we are faced with the opportunity to trust God or take matters into our own hands. Our sinful nature wants us to do the opposite of what the Lord has called us to. As women, called to entrust ourselves to the authority of another, we are daily tempted to take control. </div><div>Instead of viewing submission as constraining and demeaning, I am working on seeing it the way God intended, with <i>peace</i> and understanding. </div><div>Praying that today you can rest in the promises of God. He is your God. He is El Roi, the God who sees you (Gen 16). He knows your struggle to take control but it is precious to Him when He sees a woman with a gentle and quiet spirit (1 Peter 3:1-4). </div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-4258385409739939102011-08-23T01:16:00.000-07:002011-08-23T01:51:50.281-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Vacation Bible School</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This summer I have volunteered at two Vacation Bible Schools at my church. I was the craft leader and had the opportunity to see all the beautiful crafts made by the children of our church and community. Throughout the week I found myself thinking of Vacation Bible Schools in the past, particularly the ones in Uganda last summer and I couldn't help but thank God for his provision. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Photographed below is merely an attempt to display one of the most awe inspiring days of my life. The whole scene was surreal. We drove through what is commonly referred to as "the bush" to get here on what some people might consider a road- think Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland :) Upon arrival to the first circle of huts we had seen in a while, we were greeted by the tribal chanting from one of the women. We walked into a small, dark, one-room hut and as our eyes slowly began to adjust we could see the shining whites of many eyes staring back at us. The room was filled with children wide-eyed at the large group of white girls who just entered their village. Some of the children had never seen a white person before. The moment was National Geographic-esque. We were told we had to move outside to make more room for the children. *Side note- as we prepared for these Vacation Bible Schools, we were often given an estimate of how many children would show up but the key word is </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">estimate</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. We were sometimes told between 20-200 kids would show up... super helpful :) * So we go outside and were literally staring at hundreds of children. At this point in the trip we had all learned Africa's favorite word, flexibility, and dove right in. </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxPTuGNE5oKtTwVyFCldVr6jyeetjGvk2UdrukrxpeVZ-Y01Gc5V6nUAY7SnAQzJTGGX2HgIptlw0mq3sbril1IrYT3ZIU8RVKa7NvaY9fG13AVN6Mwov8T4ACxaZp0TG4bzlP7XQOnqA/s1600/30692_1485670221368_1222285505_1429686_3741826_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxPTuGNE5oKtTwVyFCldVr6jyeetjGvk2UdrukrxpeVZ-Y01Gc5V6nUAY7SnAQzJTGGX2HgIptlw0mq3sbril1IrYT3ZIU8RVKa7NvaY9fG13AVN6Mwov8T4ACxaZp0TG4bzlP7XQOnqA/s400/30692_1485670221368_1222285505_1429686_3741826_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643963137232604354" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some of the children wanted to show us their village's well so we went on a walk (about a mile) to see how these young children gathered water for their family. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The clouds of Africa are hard to capture in a photo but believe me when I say that they can make any walk seem like a special journey. </span></div></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6ZFbGbq3sAQU34avPuitVnrY4WcCB4W4svMwmD9EpZsRiTBmncAhyc-GmXUkzFRHr9D6sal8wR_QiOO36lWXzGXMcAN9863LeGRR5rtCK0trA2jj5qXr5RGobCqLcvESUll3Ebnndtw/s320/IMG_3329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643962785008686402" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I could obviously go on and on about these few days in this remote village but LONG story short, we eventually left... and our van was chased by children as we went. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*Taken from the back seat of the van*</span></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8D9lQYb7sHKc_MU0Vl-fj19YQVoQEU-nS1dxE-x3PlKwIBkt6gbVFsRsNpAeMXNwpKZXvYt1Ixs4vAxge_e69teFmaFUCiSTgoP0C_mIkw4aMfHJhsWVyQfl8JHNEyXysTITAhbhaCQ/s1600/IMG_3338.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8D9lQYb7sHKc_MU0Vl-fj19YQVoQEU-nS1dxE-x3PlKwIBkt6gbVFsRsNpAeMXNwpKZXvYt1Ixs4vAxge_e69teFmaFUCiSTgoP0C_mIkw4aMfHJhsWVyQfl8JHNEyXysTITAhbhaCQ/s320/IMG_3338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643963011464054850" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now fast forward a year and here I am working at a VBS in not only the United States but Orange County, California. It's safe to say there were differences. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In Uganda, I walked a mile with a child to learn how he collected a jug of water to carry (a mile back!) to his family. And now I've heard a child complain because the drinking fountain is too far away. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In Uganda, I watched seven year olds carry their brothers and sisters to our VBS, unattended by any adults, only to walk them home later. And here I've seen the organization it takes to make sure that all children are safely dropped off by their parent and checked in to their group leader. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The differences are vast but one thing is very much the same... God provides. And when we work through his spirit and his power, we are going to see the fruit of our labors. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In Uganda, I saw many many children make decisions to follow Christ. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In California, I heard a story of a boy who understood that Jesus could take away his fears.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">God provided at all these Vacation Bible Schools in so many different ways. He is faithful and He is oh so lovely.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I hadn't really thought about that village in a while and the Lord just laid it on my heart tonight. This has turned into a <b>mega-rant</b> but if you're having trouble sleeping tonight (guilty!) then pray for these children. Children in Uganda and children in America and everywhere in between. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div></div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-20360485153031644932011-07-14T11:40:00.000-07:002011-07-14T11:57:46.209-07:00Still Learning...<div>It has been a long time since I have blogged... I'm tempted to say "time flies" but in reality it has been a long three months. </div><div>Since I've blogged a lot has happened. Biggest news first:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><b> I graduated college.</b></span> A tad anti-climactic considering I have more school starting in September. But exciting nonetheless. </div><div><br /></div><div>There were a few things I was not quite prepared for this summer:</div><div>-Most of my close friends having real jobs and not being able to hang very often.</div><div>-Spending a lot of time watching TV (mainly "How I Met Your Mother" after going on a mad buying spree at Target) </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2mByoueR7YCQS6fzd5mcHZe4_glGVX9fSgxx4uK8Kkb6pSid1yX8U3akdAblgoMnHjSE7d4kGK9GrYu9Zs5z_eRsDgoXbXbCRLDy6O9dVSSXTtZX95QuyTax3oLZ8zTPQBVmJHhwgU54/s1600/IMG_0342.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2mByoueR7YCQS6fzd5mcHZe4_glGVX9fSgxx4uK8Kkb6pSid1yX8U3akdAblgoMnHjSE7d4kGK9GrYu9Zs5z_eRsDgoXbXbCRLDy6O9dVSSXTtZX95QuyTax3oLZ8zTPQBVmJHhwgU54/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629280146201882114" /></a><br /><div>On the plus side, I have seen my lovely boyfriend quite a bit which is a nice change of pace from only seeing each other on the weekends! <div>And... I am working on being a woman of my word. So when Becca and I started talking about me going up to visit her in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><b>San Francisco</b></span>... I decided to be more than just a talker! I had an awesome time with Becca exploring all the touristy things that no one wants to go to once they've lived somewhere for a while (thanks bex).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevL4BlsVUFVRBEYm4hYAueTWpcA0WlXrv17e7xEKlKYT2dth_PimOzo6w-4O3zFBNdbVsrUFOt5NCR0rdO9khRqzwVyBJYOmgEXBdjitb4-ZV7FCTKrgQ_IeL8ubGJgM5cR1Wlvn6iV8/s1600/IMG_0394.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevL4BlsVUFVRBEYm4hYAueTWpcA0WlXrv17e7xEKlKYT2dth_PimOzo6w-4O3zFBNdbVsrUFOt5NCR0rdO9khRqzwVyBJYOmgEXBdjitb4-ZV7FCTKrgQ_IeL8ubGJgM5cR1Wlvn6iV8/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629280043756105682" /></a><br /></div><div>I got a job at a paint-it-youreslf ceramics studio called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><b>Color Me Mine</b></span>. I enjoy the job but it has also been a rude awakening to the joys of customer service and scary moms from Orange County. I am more thankful than ever for<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"> Brett Vowell</span></i> and <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Ashley Rotter</span></i> who were unbelievably amazing bosses who encouraged and challenged me. Lets just say I miss them every day at work! </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLWA44KmhhE9en9aDhL4iAsyu0v45aAFqMmRL66QnMe-53Nj_cIsFqWPXWDQLAWNnAgMD08c8rEby0FGXGSP1cyPOm8THjqELHPYatHh_2Rh0SB24nfbYz3akeRYLMEZGF6JRZhz98Uk/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLWA44KmhhE9en9aDhL4iAsyu0v45aAFqMmRL66QnMe-53Nj_cIsFqWPXWDQLAWNnAgMD08c8rEby0FGXGSP1cyPOm8THjqELHPYatHh_2Rh0SB24nfbYz3akeRYLMEZGF6JRZhz98Uk/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629279974558471266" /></a><br /></div><div>I continue to enjoy being this adorable baby's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><b>Godmother</b></span> everyday :) I love spending time with him (so mom can catch a break). He is crawling now and just turned 10 months yesterday!!! </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsoweKAL1lRz3KyBVj1cyTNEiPj91iUmn3vIsOodS9syDKdj5I4K-6_Q0toHbFoikXpyH16f2rwuYg4coJfy8YENNi5G9GkkAYnLS8jEL3nokbJ98BX3UsLRMKp64450Rfc-0kxQcG98/s1600/IMG_0427.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsoweKAL1lRz3KyBVj1cyTNEiPj91iUmn3vIsOodS9syDKdj5I4K-6_Q0toHbFoikXpyH16f2rwuYg4coJfy8YENNi5G9GkkAYnLS8jEL3nokbJ98BX3UsLRMKp64450Rfc-0kxQcG98/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629279900456395666" /></a><br /></div></div><div>Today is the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><b>6 month anniversary of the death of my Great Uncle</b></span>. In some ways it feels like it happened years ago, and in others ways it feels like it was yesterday. Either way, we are learning to live without him and enjoy the memories as they enter our minds. </div><div><i>With Undergraduate Degree in hand a lot of my school-type education is done. But every day post-grad I realize that I will be learning new things each moment. Some lessons through pain and trials, some from victory and joy. </i></div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-71711147731210564402011-04-11T16:30:00.000-07:002011-04-11T16:35:08.119-07:00Happiness is:<div>There are many things that one could be stressed about considering there are only 27 days left before I walk across that stage with diploma in hand (well diploma holder... nuance)... </div><div>But instead of worrying <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">today I have chosen joy</span></b>.</div><div>Today I am happy. Simple but true. </div><div>I have a Blackberry Izze, some goldfish, this new lotion that will *hopefully* help my Eczema, and A CLEARANCE TICKET TO GRADUATE! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Its {already} 4:30 but that still gives me plenty of time to work on study guides, write papers, and watch a new episode of Chuck {finally} at 8:00pm :) </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFJXXua30JOYLfLwUHKJrLr5Skj88iPWC9dhngvq6nsVbzb5CZthu4SFrIAd3UuC2zwwT-lRbVmVF7m7TTi1loXcoZ_NtuuVKbkrfls1UZQj-HWpoqU91Zpa9jhSiaKygcBTX4orWUvM/s1600/2d031e61b4bd490daadce9c3f7fe1830_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFJXXua30JOYLfLwUHKJrLr5Skj88iPWC9dhngvq6nsVbzb5CZthu4SFrIAd3UuC2zwwT-lRbVmVF7m7TTi1loXcoZ_NtuuVKbkrfls1UZQj-HWpoqU91Zpa9jhSiaKygcBTX4orWUvM/s400/2d031e61b4bd490daadce9c3f7fe1830_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594472735401491522" /></a>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-16071311356811303852011-03-29T21:18:00.000-07:002011-03-29T22:10:09.915-07:00Living HIS PurposeThere is a great chance that this will just end up being the ranting of a typically-confused-almost-college-graduate... so bear with me.... <div><br /></div><div>I have always known that God's will for my life is to glorify Him and make His name known. I haven't had those moments where I freak out wondering, "what is God's will for my life?" I know that in whatever road I choose to take, as long as I am glorifying God, I am in His will. </div><div><br /></div><div>All that to say, I have wanted to be an elementary school teacher for as long as I can remember. First time I remember saying it out loud was in third grade. So lets just say that I've dreamed of this since I was 8 years old. My whole life has revolved around this. Get good grades. Like school. Get into college. Succeed in college. Get into graduate school. Get Teaching Credential. Be a teacher. </div><div>I have seen so many of these things come to be in my life and I have felt on track in every way. I intend to use teaching as a ministry and to use my summer in ministry and serving those around me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have never doubted these plans of MINE. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, the last three weeks have been a whirlwind of emotion, challenges and growth. God has used many different avenues, people, circumstances, and even cities to get me a one-way ticket on a new train of thought. I have been challenged to think of doing something even greater with my life. I have NO idea what this means. God keeps surrounding me with people and putting me in situations to hear the same affirmations again and again: don't settle. I would've never thought that being a teacher and fulfilling my life dream would be considered settling, but I am starting to feel this way. I am freaking out and now I have to figure out what is next. </div><div><br /></div><div>I will keep moving forward for now. Go to UCI. Get my teaching credential. But my eyes and ears are open. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am willing to go and do whatever it is that will make my life matter for the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Just looking for the next move to make. </div><div><br /></div><div>Convicted. Encouraged....... o yea, and slightly Overwhelmed. </div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-51430994781408619922011-03-22T15:17:00.001-07:002011-03-22T15:55:17.928-07:00Created in Christ Jesus<div>Growing up, if someone would've asked me how I would spend my Spring Break in college I would never have guessed I would be hanging out with church planters and prostitutes in the city of Baltimore. And yet, this is where I found myself just last week during Spring Break of my Senior year. </div><div>While I am constantly learning and growing, God has used these past 4 service projects through ISP/USP at CBU to get my attention in an entirely different way. Each experience has taught me a specific new lesson that challenge me, even to this day. In Baltimore, God continued to break down my judgment and reveal my sin to me in a new way. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAxxhdnvDR2l6UeOQ0Pnb6xvd5vrkpAHV4YebbXv0YvM5vGjzQGsuOIqdn9FrDAB20Pyc9iCyzyukF7HhGMvF4YW1mBh8FwnEjqgB-twAhU-JRG4ViehlhOkOkEea_qsojdxNIcZ231Bc/s1600/IMG_7056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAxxhdnvDR2l6UeOQ0Pnb6xvd5vrkpAHV4YebbXv0YvM5vGjzQGsuOIqdn9FrDAB20Pyc9iCyzyukF7HhGMvF4YW1mBh8FwnEjqgB-twAhU-JRG4ViehlhOkOkEea_qsojdxNIcZ231Bc/s400/IMG_7056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587032211247478146" /></a>In Baltimore, the Gallery church gave us "Neighbor Training." This unique name comes from both Colossians 4:5, "<i>Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity</i>" and also Jesus' response to two important questions:<div><i>What is the most important commandment?</i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Love God. Love Others.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i>Who is my neighbor?</i></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Are you a neighbor? (Don't miss this... You ARE a neighbor!) </span><br /></i></span></i><div>The gallery church is very intentional about being good neighbors to those around them in order to share the Gospel. They told us that the very fact that we were there displayed something about who God is. He is worthy of our time. He is worthy of our service.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJYGNqU-SHy_dlumcwrR9Mf9gUsO0ucBWQlogpsNd9LfvUWG3BvdLwvQ0-O4TepMRmA8Df_RHDGyOQa4IMZ35WALiltbDoSieE1bo5OVs4ptkz32fDgbhyphenhyphen4r5AbLEyDyOgOub6M96GzA/s1600/IMG_7038.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJYGNqU-SHy_dlumcwrR9Mf9gUsO0ucBWQlogpsNd9LfvUWG3BvdLwvQ0-O4TepMRmA8Df_RHDGyOQa4IMZ35WALiltbDoSieE1bo5OVs4ptkz32fDgbhyphenhyphen4r5AbLEyDyOgOub6M96GzA/s400/IMG_7038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587032127123421762" /></a>A lot of our work in Baltimore was very practical (cleaning the church, organizing storage, taking inventory) but it is important to realize the implications of even these practical tasks. Jesus performed miracles because they: met a need, said something about who He was, and caused people to believe in what He was saying. Granted, cleaning is certainly no miracle, but the end results should be the same. Because of our service, God should be glorified and our testimony should be legitimized through action.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgek5kUZCOwenxW5AWlK0nAVdVReVNFMLQUmyeud2ZPFc-menm9atxNqEacT4nBO7R7QEOG6r2l1J8Sx7titAqppLHC_fcH9l_Hppza4OWN8S1ijnnCLdh3rGXF-GoFCO4VAvq8-yU2CqQ/s1600/IMG_7097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgek5kUZCOwenxW5AWlK0nAVdVReVNFMLQUmyeud2ZPFc-menm9atxNqEacT4nBO7R7QEOG6r2l1J8Sx7titAqppLHC_fcH9l_Hppza4OWN8S1ijnnCLdh3rGXF-GoFCO4VAvq8-yU2CqQ/s400/IMG_7097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587032047648942242" /></a>We were blessed to have some time to serve God through building relationships in the community. God took us each a step (or two) out of our comfort zone and the only thing we could do was love. Many of us on the team felt nervous, under-qualified and not able to relate on so many levels. We spent a day at a center, ministering to women in prostitution. We organized their donation cabinets, ate lunch with them, and also got to participate in the Depression 101 session where they talked about how they cope with depression.</div><div>The ministry of Jesus was received better by the tax collectors and prostitutes than those who called themselves righteous. "<i>Jesus said to them, 'Truly I tell you, the tax collectors and the prostitutes are entering the kingdom of God ahead of you. For John came to you to show you the way of righteousness, and you did not believe him, but the tax collectors and the prostitutes did. And even after you saw this, you did not repent and believe him.</i>" Matthew 21:31b-32. </div><div>It sounds strange, but Jesus was so edgy. We picture him sitting in fields with children and lambs surrounding him as He sings hymns. But there is so much more to the Christ of the Bible! This man went to the secret places, the places where the lowest in society could be found, the places of the heart that we hide from the world. After spending a day with these women, I have an enlarged heart for the lives that they live and an even deeper love for my Savior who saw their need. Many feel trapped and scared. Many have NO IDEA of the incredible value they have in the eyes of God. As I sat there listening to the heart breaking stories from the women, I fell more in love with Jesus Christ. </div><div>I learned that you can only walk with a person as far as the Holy Spirit has prepared them to go. Sometimes the best thing we can do is sit and listen. Sometimes we are called to greater action. Either way, we are called to be the help.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFexNTfr3QqNH24gKsDFSA4puK_PYd7N1RO6o_jswS70H7DfM7_KFKRWE3x45PimZONvEIB3v0ArfcwBglzlne1iv7aH83perQbPVmrYcn02GOPciYm2of8aGmnB3iFXKmFyGKFZxUMJc/s1600/IMG_7190.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFexNTfr3QqNH24gKsDFSA4puK_PYd7N1RO6o_jswS70H7DfM7_KFKRWE3x45PimZONvEIB3v0ArfcwBglzlne1iv7aH83perQbPVmrYcn02GOPciYm2of8aGmnB3iFXKmFyGKFZxUMJc/s1600/IMG_7190.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFexNTfr3QqNH24gKsDFSA4puK_PYd7N1RO6o_jswS70H7DfM7_KFKRWE3x45PimZONvEIB3v0ArfcwBglzlne1iv7aH83perQbPVmrYcn02GOPciYm2of8aGmnB3iFXKmFyGKFZxUMJc/s400/IMG_7190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587031958841832402" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ephesians 2:10</div><div style="text-align: center;">"For we are God's handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God has prepared in advance for us to do." </div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-20349012517890878112011-03-09T21:58:00.000-08:002011-03-09T22:12:46.960-08:00Good Morning Baltimore!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb13CGNkYuaU-HFzhyFJ2yjWc_gausbuP_8L5uRfaxvY19giKJa7psELFuOsjDF9Qw-Ogxv1FpHMnkSCkaZbT-UT3Gc_mw0pXATTujCdeVEBqHcl-KeQwk0jb145c1jfPOt9nl4kYMgao/s1600/32.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb13CGNkYuaU-HFzhyFJ2yjWc_gausbuP_8L5uRfaxvY19giKJa7psELFuOsjDF9Qw-Ogxv1FpHMnkSCkaZbT-UT3Gc_mw0pXATTujCdeVEBqHcl-KeQwk0jb145c1jfPOt9nl4kYMgao/s200/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582327130482305890" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">After hearing those three words sung to me for the past month, I watched 4 minutes and 24 seconds of musical chaos on Youtube to see what the buzz was about. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">.People.are.silly. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I will need serious prayer if people are singing like this {Hairspray} around me for the next 11 days <span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span></p><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Regardless, </p> <p class="MsoNormal">My team of 8 people will be boarding a plane at 1<b>2:30pm tomorrow</b> to go spend Spring Break in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Baltimore</span></b></span> (well, now I can’t even type the word without thinking of the song). We will be working with the <b>Gallery Church </b>to do “community development” (why yes, that is an ambiguous task… but we are excited by that, because it gives the Holy Spirit A LOT of room to move and work among us).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Wanna hear how cool the Gallery Church is? Okay… The vision: “The Gallery Church will engage people with the Gospel, mobilize thousands to love God wholeheartedly and to love others - all in order to demonstrate our love for God and people.” <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Awesome right? <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> We will be gone from March 10-March 20.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Team members: Julie (leader), Myself (student-leader), Catherine, Aubrey, Chanel, Katelyn, Rochelle, Lorelyn<o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div>Note for the Detail Oriented: I was in fact supposed to go to <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Seattle</span></b> this Spring Break, but as usual, God had other plans. I intend to visit Seattle at some point in my life but for now, we venture to Baltimore. </div><div>The photo below is a "moment-of-silence-meets-tribute-to" the former Seattle USP team :) </div><div>Rumor is... its gonna rain in Baltimore too so the umbrellas are still quite relevant.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCNMy_3n3rpvhdJlDt7RfGUbF96uIWsAuHoiAocgo55oj2mnCcQWgmx9IZwQOmbRwHQ1dsDQLvGweLpkWxA6HPewFTkzbXhsMqkIyna8LpIMDGSxy9y2ZNnQHBWLiPSsost2U9qQfSLc/s1600/50.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCNMy_3n3rpvhdJlDt7RfGUbF96uIWsAuHoiAocgo55oj2mnCcQWgmx9IZwQOmbRwHQ1dsDQLvGweLpkWxA6HPewFTkzbXhsMqkIyna8LpIMDGSxy9y2ZNnQHBWLiPSsost2U9qQfSLc/s400/50.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582326968129915538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Team Updates can be found at:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">www.calbaptist.edu/USP</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Team: Baltimore B </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">or... try this... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">http://www.calbaptist.edu/spiritual-life/international-service-projects/default2.aspx?id=13611</span></div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-7564370850451776032011-03-05T11:22:00.000-08:002011-03-05T11:36:02.069-08:0021 and counting....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozSKE2rZfnR6p_KURslYAVtik5atUUw2xQ9XVZJDQjz8KdFoLRuKRCkCvPjYMrWsvD-y93g9lgw93MRPdTmJ_oXT4v2eNR7BfCgwZvOjrpOnKCycgDlgvB8uxwER_mZdOXC-NpKbIMDE/s1600/IMG_2515.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozSKE2rZfnR6p_KURslYAVtik5atUUw2xQ9XVZJDQjz8KdFoLRuKRCkCvPjYMrWsvD-y93g9lgw93MRPdTmJ_oXT4v2eNR7BfCgwZvOjrpOnKCycgDlgvB8uxwER_mZdOXC-NpKbIMDE/s200/IMG_2515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580681301737594178" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Today is the last day of my 21st year of life.</span><div>It was a good year... full of firsts and lasts, hellos and goodbyes, birth and death. </div><div><br /></div><div>I could not have foreseen the things that this past year held for me, but I thank God for carrying me through the good and the bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>I made it through being 21 and not having a drink.</div><div>I made it through my first experience in Africa.</div><div>I made it through my first full night baby sitting a three month old!</div><div>I made it through my last fall semester of College. </div><div>I made it through the death of my favorite man. </div><div>I threw my first Bridal Shower. </div><div>I challenged my faith and found out, more than ever before, that God is real and that He is good... all the time. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I have big plans for 22:</span></div><div>Move home. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span>Start working on my teaching credential. </div><div>Eat more corn :) </div><div>Stop planning so much and start living.</div><div>To cherish the ones I love while they are still with me. </div><div>Never stop praying.</div><div>Drink less Soda. Drink more water. </div><div>Watch the news more. </div><div>Read more books. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to all who walk through life with me. We don't know how long we have but I know that the time we have will be good :) </div><div><br /></div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-29305917412214725502011-03-01T21:45:00.000-08:002011-03-01T22:16:36.657-08:00March Madness.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">March</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> {I'm going to go </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Mad</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">}</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">ness</span></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">March is upon us.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">On top of being the month of my <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">22 birthday</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"> </span>(March 6th- also the day that the first Oreo Cookie was sold in 1912 if you care), March holds</span>:</div><div>Dr. Seuss's Birthday on March 2nd.</div><div>National Craft Month!!!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><b>Outbursts of Senioritis</b></span>.</div><div>Working on my Senior Capstone Project.</div><div>Ordering Graduation Cap & Gown and Announcements.</div><div style="text-align: left;">My final <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">spring break</span> of college (to be spent in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Baltimore</span></span>).</div><div style="text-align: left;">St. Patrick's Day.</div><div>Being angry at the man who invented Rubber Bands on March 17th 1845 that led to the irrational fear I have of them.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Playing Angry Birds to celebrate <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">Big Bird's birthday</span> on March 20th.</div><div>Cursing anyone who celebrates National Sing-Out Day on March 22nd</div><div style="text-align: left;">An <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">Urban Excursion</span></b> Trip to San Diego</div><div>Learning about world-changing women for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><b>Women's History Month</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><b>Using a Pencil</b></span> on March 30th in honor of Brett Vowell and the fact that the Pencil with an Eraser was patented on this day in 1858.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">Praying for the United States</span></b> on March 31st in honor of the first US Map being published </div><div style="text-align: left;">*Hopefully* Acceptance into <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">UCI's Multiple Subject Teaching Credential Program</span></b> </div><div><br /></div><div>And worst of all its <i>National Nutrition Month</i>...</div><div>Bradyn and I have already started with Jillian's 30 day shred (not every day but at least its something). But eating healthy? That sounds boring and hard. But for the sake of taking care of myself, I am willing to try to make some small changes to benefit my health. Don't hold me accountable. Haha. It is very likely that you will still be able to find me with a piece of candy regardless of the time of day :) </div></div><div>Girls gotta live! </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRyvPcFimaWO-v6dqX0ip_U2uHnv9WW8VLFbs-FsStSWTouk4_hsYJIFrSkDwHg8qvxtcKkq5rurlaAuNjR02RqfdvpnVllGtOD_einvbvbIJSvhsvmsfcwSKPTyNKSU1JCSb8-mJfpk/s1600/NNM+logo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRyvPcFimaWO-v6dqX0ip_U2uHnv9WW8VLFbs-FsStSWTouk4_hsYJIFrSkDwHg8qvxtcKkq5rurlaAuNjR02RqfdvpnVllGtOD_einvbvbIJSvhsvmsfcwSKPTyNKSU1JCSb8-mJfpk/s400/NNM+logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579355824882369106" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div><b><br /></b></div></span><div><br /></div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-17835833417384017842011-02-26T16:52:00.001-08:002011-02-26T17:05:13.768-08:00Lauren (soon to be) Leland<div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Today we celebrated Lauren and Isaac :)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Lauren has become a dear friend to me and it was</div><div style="text-align: center; ">so great to see a smile on her face!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Some highlights</span></b></span>:</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEGhlIu88xSzN8ATVexf3Ht_DpwMGjqo9mxnr_687-YABzAXckJBZ87PHv5GDTZlJc-eLtqMP0jvZVAPdBmwLVye5mgkc4nCAWs1FIf-4cKyBReJdAMOnr9ZSKk5AcQFQ5DTzcjKtmO0/s1600/IMG_6897.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEGhlIu88xSzN8ATVexf3Ht_DpwMGjqo9mxnr_687-YABzAXckJBZ87PHv5GDTZlJc-eLtqMP0jvZVAPdBmwLVye5mgkc4nCAWs1FIf-4cKyBReJdAMOnr9ZSKk5AcQFQ5DTzcjKtmO0/s400/IMG_6897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578167915661167330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Spending time with my dear friend </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsq40QjQzZS8qkPh5rM-rd4s69ydkUZvI0e-nBr04UGSyCvYNwVPkgn2qkZ5yy-H31t2oEZOtI6T6edtqRFbZfL4ZD5123_4luzSmhPTo2vNUwKPojiIw-Hpw-y8-bOmgsK3qz2zntJzs/s1600/IMG_6869.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsq40QjQzZS8qkPh5rM-rd4s69ydkUZvI0e-nBr04UGSyCvYNwVPkgn2qkZ5yy-H31t2oEZOtI6T6edtqRFbZfL4ZD5123_4luzSmhPTo2vNUwKPojiIw-Hpw-y8-bOmgsK3qz2zntJzs/s400/IMG_6869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578167778056858770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Can't get through a blog about this</div><div style="text-align: center;">without a picture of my buddy!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRPMmYMiA21ffVwJzYlcPhInLWclAxL_cHIlfM1tp0cuHEHhPspebtmtEruyga_j7Qxs04iW2VhmGTWPcds1pQvvzbTMahe7CJccwFY6BQuA3IvgvLsCLRJW18ARqU_FZMMNANFR2HlM/s1600/IMG_6806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRPMmYMiA21ffVwJzYlcPhInLWclAxL_cHIlfM1tp0cuHEHhPspebtmtEruyga_j7Qxs04iW2VhmGTWPcds1pQvvzbTMahe7CJccwFY6BQuA3IvgvLsCLRJW18ARqU_FZMMNANFR2HlM/s400/IMG_6806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578167548269865794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Cake Balls: Always a hit. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5-BRk0Jy5442Vt2e5gIsqr4Tt34Rp667qYblJhdlDMBerIrIHHkjGGoQQzY94qGGNIseKDWlnmdbRb2R16GZ04aR_CvjoyNnpI9kO-ETkMb6mIdvd7V0kQpK6Axas-2E2URmb-PTANY/s1600/IMG_6808.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5-BRk0Jy5442Vt2e5gIsqr4Tt34Rp667qYblJhdlDMBerIrIHHkjGGoQQzY94qGGNIseKDWlnmdbRb2R16GZ04aR_CvjoyNnpI9kO-ETkMb6mIdvd7V0kQpK6Axas-2E2URmb-PTANY/s400/IMG_6808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578167263592384578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Decorations</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJVVhfCyHhDmObHWb3C6zd75593JwnWk858WGEorQvD6yUB89geZcw6VMxPMSnHXFQ3kSkT5QyOUdD08jveC_tqqd59WzeD1U4y8C2l_TtwRdR2mIrANnbcJT2yLg9JMU2QSsVZMc0io/s1600/IMG_6861.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJVVhfCyHhDmObHWb3C6zd75593JwnWk858WGEorQvD6yUB89geZcw6VMxPMSnHXFQ3kSkT5QyOUdD08jveC_tqqd59WzeD1U4y8C2l_TtwRdR2mIrANnbcJT2yLg9JMU2QSsVZMc0io/s400/IMG_6861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578167039384888914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">New collection of Panties for Lo!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCquxedhaVKCp-Hk1obuASUoObzIoG6JlqNMxjgfjrq70fMiNzrPIJmCczd3b5ZNztI9Ob7XJ67p5dqItVazTEkq1y3Xg6wIaKBVw-ZvRIMJAsxViEBmls3fG5mIaXsiaN64DVWPO5TzI/s1600/IMG_6834.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCquxedhaVKCp-Hk1obuASUoObzIoG6JlqNMxjgfjrq70fMiNzrPIJmCczd3b5ZNztI9Ob7XJ67p5dqItVazTEkq1y3Xg6wIaKBVw-ZvRIMJAsxViEBmls3fG5mIaXsiaN64DVWPO5TzI/s400/IMG_6834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578166851545255426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Opened Presents </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWO7gV5AiVmIDkvK_aDoJRfqh6pgLpwlZhBIINhSanEzLSagIDQjq60oJAAIjbe7ndAN81_5ellziohtz_vTR8-k7sITi0TTqPXlep7H6lA-PvQgEWWdy9wrs6vNWJBXqbILhiC2a5BxE/s1600/IMG_6881.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWO7gV5AiVmIDkvK_aDoJRfqh6pgLpwlZhBIINhSanEzLSagIDQjq60oJAAIjbe7ndAN81_5ellziohtz_vTR8-k7sITi0TTqPXlep7H6lA-PvQgEWWdy9wrs6vNWJBXqbILhiC2a5BxE/s400/IMG_6881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578166649936167746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66ggjb4F7lohekzQdoH_p7isq7lp6z7YETDmB-ZdmgeR3Hyxbg_S5xSfboRZ22X_Xno0chmeVT_gtXXsPp7a-COctI1_HJSw9rDZTIHDOGt5Ylesd22X6puktChzGuqhNboiYMBdAKdM/s1600/IMG_6909.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66ggjb4F7lohekzQdoH_p7isq7lp6z7YETDmB-ZdmgeR3Hyxbg_S5xSfboRZ22X_Xno0chmeVT_gtXXsPp7a-COctI1_HJSw9rDZTIHDOGt5Ylesd22X6puktChzGuqhNboiYMBdAKdM/s400/IMG_6909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578166470578096578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Knocked out from Partying so hard ;) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFjrSs1tza-pMVUtL0TRI4DlcfeNyw1nictrK0fo6dzVSOxtq29DJ3xu8Mu_0OAYQXP4WunY1M3BbWUZ-_ddrwDDA7SU9SEemSBPQVvdOG2TDNn4yF1zPMy_w_EtlALzL6KOoyb7p02k/s1600/IMG_6813.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFjrSs1tza-pMVUtL0TRI4DlcfeNyw1nictrK0fo6dzVSOxtq29DJ3xu8Mu_0OAYQXP4WunY1M3BbWUZ-_ddrwDDA7SU9SEemSBPQVvdOG2TDNn4yF1zPMy_w_EtlALzL6KOoyb7p02k/s400/IMG_6813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578166272806168754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am so excited for Lauren and Isaac (and Eli) as they continue on their life journey together and take the next step as a family. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I love them all and I am so excited to grow old next to them :) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">February 26th 2011</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-56411955431678790012011-02-26T16:47:00.000-08:002011-02-26T16:51:31.392-08:00Cheap Gift Idea<div>I know Valentines has passed but don't let the romance die with the holiday :)<div>Here is a cute and super cheap gift you can make for special occasions or just another day.</div></div><div>This would be cute for friend's birthdays as well! </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOxRmcR0H-JTazx8EkJyRxnjrE6foJHlCeA3ZyLUOgalhxbTMpTwUdqK-MNHOoadW8SpnTcVtYMCAUn_t-t4IDYkA6nU3sK3LjC8SvfNt2uMXYVhdGKHcirEclwbz11Z5f3SVVXbDPA4/s1600/IMG_6804.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOxRmcR0H-JTazx8EkJyRxnjrE6foJHlCeA3ZyLUOgalhxbTMpTwUdqK-MNHOoadW8SpnTcVtYMCAUn_t-t4IDYkA6nU3sK3LjC8SvfNt2uMXYVhdGKHcirEclwbz11Z5f3SVVXbDPA4/s400/IMG_6804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578165346644060818" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqmmcibaheTedvuQU_37NUXOByrZ1whyphenhyphen3H3b8DdWK6crHiVqbnkxpVTbacxmrPIkyZfgR3_Uwy2COtbtlHGXjNKQZjzoSMN1Vlr-FacxbO17UOSLs1PVd5zoKO2rxzly4fFtn2i051QPw/s1600/IMG_6802.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqmmcibaheTedvuQU_37NUXOByrZ1whyphenhyphen3H3b8DdWK6crHiVqbnkxpVTbacxmrPIkyZfgR3_Uwy2COtbtlHGXjNKQZjzoSMN1Vlr-FacxbO17UOSLs1PVd5zoKO2rxzly4fFtn2i051QPw/s400/IMG_6802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578165081825388658" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Craft on! </div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-85351505032558210302011-02-24T22:17:00.000-08:002011-02-24T22:27:45.104-08:00My God is Greater<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Tonight I just can't help but brag on my god...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My God Reigns. </div><div style="text-align: center;">My God Heals. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My God has won the Victory. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My God knows my deepest need. </div><div style="text-align: center;">My God is SO beyond worthy to be praised, forever and a day. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Love of my God transcends understanding. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My Lord is Peace. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Jesus payed it all. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He gives life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He is the Truth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My everything.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seated on the Throne.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Exalted. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>I have nothing left to do but surrender all I am</i>: my life, my plans, my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my doubts, my worries, my family, my money, my talents, my failures, my needs, my battles, my victories, my time, my resources, my culture, my human understanding of a sovereign God. </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivj64Flyzm8kn9kah_AZYHfzzz33AiT4e2FK81bm5gQjkl_ZPjPQxhfLWn-2xgtrrvlDwEen1xpLG5Dt9M90dGCRs2S6hvdJVzkoWgfxz5mWdpEiYdd5i67hvcTuWZIhfeGGJDbJ1ue2M/s1600/s39xl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivj64Flyzm8kn9kah_AZYHfzzz33AiT4e2FK81bm5gQjkl_ZPjPQxhfLWn-2xgtrrvlDwEen1xpLG5Dt9M90dGCRs2S6hvdJVzkoWgfxz5mWdpEiYdd5i67hvcTuWZIhfeGGJDbJ1ue2M/s400/s39xl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577507533478738018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Photo Cred: Jennifer Price</div><div style="text-align: center;">SEEK WEEK 11: Worship Night </div><div style="text-align: center;">February 24, 2011</div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-40810163748702996222011-02-22T09:35:00.000-08:002011-02-22T09:42:00.596-08:00Music. God. Healing.<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">During the weeks leading up to the death of my uncle, I was drawn to a song by Sigur Ros and would listen to it every time I left the hospital or needed a moment. The song is in Icelandic so I had no idea what the song was about, I simply liked it. It touched that special part of me and spoke to a hurt that I couldn't explain. Last night I randomly looked up the lyrics. I was touched. Yesterday would've been my Uncles birthday. A truly hard day. I love the power of music. I love the power of God to forgive me and heal my hurts. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Ilgressi Lyrics {Sigur Ros}</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">You sleep till noon<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">You died but came to life<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The leaves change their colors</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">You ache- get up and dress<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">In a raincoat- you keep going into the bleak days<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">You tear out heart-roots that you stamp on<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">With you hands in your pockets, been through enough<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Walking in wet grass until<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It shines on me through the branches<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I look up and revive- the leaves change their colors <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">We find our goals, put down roots<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Undress our hearts<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">We go out into a good day<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">We plant and we give life and we blossom <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">With our hands out of the pockets in the earth you delve<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Now we remove ugly thoughts <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Time heals all, gives life, kindles fires <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Flames of a soul<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">No longer cold, alive again<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">My soul comes to life, paints the world </span><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-3555930861138304642011-02-09T14:41:00.000-08:002011-02-09T14:52:16.581-08:00One of those days....It's never fun to have a day where you are reminded just how imperfect you are. <div>Sounds ridiculous because, technically speaking, that is everyday. But some days slide past and I forget that I don't do everything right or that my way is not always the best way. </div><div>Well, now that I officially sound like my own #1 fan... the moral of the story is... </div><div><br /></div><div>I got my first D in college today. On my Spanish Test. Spanish. The class that I am taking for "fun" because I am one of those ridiculous seniors that had 7 mandatory units left for this semester (and I need 12 to live on campus, keep my student leadership position, and maintain a sense that I am not wasting my life being bored). </div><div>In the midst of this mini failure I am reminded of my source of truth. </div><div>If I was not a servant of Christ and did not have my identity firmly rooted in His love for me, I would certainly be "that girl" who finds her worth in grades and achievements. In fact, I fight the battle against this all the time.</div><div>Hallelujah that God does not find my worth in my grades, my looks, my pay check, my friends. </div><div><br /></div><div>I will not boast in anything</div><div>No gifts, no power, no wisdom </div><div>But I will boast in Jesus Christ</div><div>His death and resurrection. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't stop thanking for for the undeserved Grace and Love that I receive everyday :) </div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-39185898252959185362011-02-03T14:46:00.000-08:002011-02-03T15:25:20.751-08:00Sara Nicole Yarchever<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Happy 21st Birthday </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sara Nicole :) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Miss Sara has been a dear friend to me for years now and I don't know what I would do without her... Here is a 21 exposure tribute to my lovely friend on her birthday. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">21 Reasons to LOVE Sara Nicole... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">#1. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sara is the kind of friend that cares about the things that her friends care about. In 2007 we walked the Orange County AIDS walk and prayed for those with AIDS in our surrounding area. I adore her heart for those who are broken hearted. </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrw7zMAc1MQxj5PrX3EK63pt0ximDBt5P8xVof2BiK45Ps7_GZnPxZdt7IDbwtTYS5DIM8o-a7A0jN-gRjU_56Z_JGOmWvrbJf3E7fgJIlkIayv3P2llbGreMF5F3vggsua3ed1Obkg0M/s1600/CIMG1704.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrw7zMAc1MQxj5PrX3EK63pt0ximDBt5P8xVof2BiK45Ps7_GZnPxZdt7IDbwtTYS5DIM8o-a7A0jN-gRjU_56Z_JGOmWvrbJf3E7fgJIlkIayv3P2llbGreMF5F3vggsua3ed1Obkg0M/s400/CIMG1704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569600168396561810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#2. Sara is one of the funniest people I have ever met. She probably would never admit that she is funny but she is constantly causing us to laugh. Whether its her HILARIOUS faces... or her answers in the game "things" we just can't get enough of this girl. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21TrTGfunUIWbYo5Oiw5pITDHNooAzweQIeghOzeu2wDUXsa3KVeMEqWsJgJ34SjI5vWsjtS1VJhrygr8Cj2k-sz5bJNt2oaAp9t5fXMcEywc4IejPHabbBdOxLkxEvGB-GTKodvSYC0/s1600/IMG_1990.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21TrTGfunUIWbYo5Oiw5pITDHNooAzweQIeghOzeu2wDUXsa3KVeMEqWsJgJ34SjI5vWsjtS1VJhrygr8Cj2k-sz5bJNt2oaAp9t5fXMcEywc4IejPHabbBdOxLkxEvGB-GTKodvSYC0/s400/IMG_1990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569600104954918578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#3. I love Sara's hilarious scream when Kevin is tickling her or making her mad. Watch out though, her vengeance is scary... she just might pick off one of the music notes from your tattoo.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuD_ehBokJcrlSOZFV60JP05fft3oEeAlRvwBxwk17TF7WreSlUJCjv_9lq9xMmrtAfeVtiEhs5oUw_FY4bKqc1AhbPTnhClTxFexpVSkqpCs6ewB2db5LwIjzY2_MgIyMcbRLduTZRKs/s1600/DSCN0490.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuD_ehBokJcrlSOZFV60JP05fft3oEeAlRvwBxwk17TF7WreSlUJCjv_9lq9xMmrtAfeVtiEhs5oUw_FY4bKqc1AhbPTnhClTxFexpVSkqpCs6ewB2db5LwIjzY2_MgIyMcbRLduTZRKs/s400/DSCN0490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569600041923660162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#4. Sara is a world-class traveler! She has been to Africa and spent the last summer doing Semester At Sea. She has a heart for the world and desires for all to know and trust in the name of Jesus Christ. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_lhAfZEHDOcQ6gHL8ROu3KIz-4Yye1ltRxsMNLv7BpOZd17waYfyqxCaVQf_p95V20Ncia81BY89xBHsqsOu1Gaov3sWioyztAJoBm75lGNhsqMufxsXZmmb6gOuWcDGWC7DDeZ3ONw0/s1600/45527_427632381434_828226434_4709314_2050274_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_lhAfZEHDOcQ6gHL8ROu3KIz-4Yye1ltRxsMNLv7BpOZd17waYfyqxCaVQf_p95V20Ncia81BY89xBHsqsOu1Gaov3sWioyztAJoBm75lGNhsqMufxsXZmmb6gOuWcDGWC7DDeZ3ONw0/s400/45527_427632381434_828226434_4709314_2050274_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599984493899218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#5. If asked to describe Sara in one word it would be: SELFLESS. She is kind enough to follow Kevin and I around as we slowly walk through art museums (that bore her to death). </div><div style="text-align: center;">She is always willing to sacrifice to make others happy. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGnkm2v_7W78RLEDzyVLL9Xo3iM8pppwT-GUVOqXRPl5I5l_iRh44mC8ZLbCua8ab3OUBGwjxBbSOB2EMeD7-n7GUTnQ_y_Ns3aCe9uCp2-3Hl7KiSRIb66_cEgpMspmcTivpLpy01RI/s1600/IMG_2626.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGnkm2v_7W78RLEDzyVLL9Xo3iM8pppwT-GUVOqXRPl5I5l_iRh44mC8ZLbCua8ab3OUBGwjxBbSOB2EMeD7-n7GUTnQ_y_Ns3aCe9uCp2-3Hl7KiSRIb66_cEgpMspmcTivpLpy01RI/s400/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599930128849842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#6. Sara cares for nobody as much as she cares for her family. She absolutely loves and appreciates her dad and is a great support for her brothers and sister. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuE0tWFISVIYwizNGGvaQu4mXM00yY3HOcfK75pEQvuooFHtArr9t6ZzaXJGvY76j9bIAk__f_d99Gt3vJ-EcvzxuPCIsRAnmeSsSoFVZfBOJLugaDmAAZ50jWCqalg-BKUYkoBi3d-6I/s1600/CIMG2052.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuE0tWFISVIYwizNGGvaQu4mXM00yY3HOcfK75pEQvuooFHtArr9t6ZzaXJGvY76j9bIAk__f_d99Gt3vJ-EcvzxuPCIsRAnmeSsSoFVZfBOJLugaDmAAZ50jWCqalg-BKUYkoBi3d-6I/s400/CIMG2052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599858216407378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#7. Sara appreciates and loves the animal kingdom as much as I do :) Just kidding, thats not very much. She is the only person I know who will legitimately say "Crimson Wing is off the wall" and actually persuade me to watch a documentary on Flamingoes. haha</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZ0dnCxsoD93hRf_asvLCx81lxlYZ861mCF4d4Qqvu-jvC_050szAIFgxI2i99WhnwrY2UhZ85IcKZskdKoQSCwTt6bfWm0fOD9WrtB-pV1YFwxLu5AXzZkexC8guhebZZ_slq7YCWsk/s1600/IMG_5960.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZ0dnCxsoD93hRf_asvLCx81lxlYZ861mCF4d4Qqvu-jvC_050szAIFgxI2i99WhnwrY2UhZ85IcKZskdKoQSCwTt6bfWm0fOD9WrtB-pV1YFwxLu5AXzZkexC8guhebZZ_slq7YCWsk/s400/IMG_5960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599761547464370" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">#8. Sara is extremely generous. She will pay for anything and give anything she can to make someone else's life easier. Even if its her time, she will give it all. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5C7oO7qEpk-BfxYUpdc1_NhEfotpUrokGVDuHffhj8ZGTYRDycpIxbQS-UXDy5XVI-EaUn6y28NbGUZCFtAqNlnw1PvjwtJ0D5ruodhtCSQOXR4RwmJA8JnrHY98_G3-0TB_z4Yqa0aI/s1600/IMG_2674.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5C7oO7qEpk-BfxYUpdc1_NhEfotpUrokGVDuHffhj8ZGTYRDycpIxbQS-UXDy5XVI-EaUn6y28NbGUZCFtAqNlnw1PvjwtJ0D5ruodhtCSQOXR4RwmJA8JnrHY98_G3-0TB_z4Yqa0aI/s400/IMG_2674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599695525165074" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">#9. Sara is extremely smart and is graduating from college a whole year early!! She doesn't even realize how smart she is but she can change the world if she puts her mind to it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I truly believe that God has great things in store for this woman. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4aU-zz54CRARoVpSHVrkejTd1X0sNRgGI8IifFu9iRqsEESuitJRNjsJcgn8Vmki4WxW6Jg3D1-1foZBtwjuaAwNZc98PwZeNKztRGTjnU0l7-Atubo-khFArXAMVOX4D4HloV-_KjA/s1600/DSCN0927.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4aU-zz54CRARoVpSHVrkejTd1X0sNRgGI8IifFu9iRqsEESuitJRNjsJcgn8Vmki4WxW6Jg3D1-1foZBtwjuaAwNZc98PwZeNKztRGTjnU0l7-Atubo-khFArXAMVOX4D4HloV-_KjA/s400/DSCN0927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599608472386322" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">#10. Sara is cool enough to have a lip ring if she wanted to.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know many people that cool. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Everybody needs a friend this cool :) </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3hPBNlIS57hZuUxn2MealEaVEVKlVhEvtxF1eczLK3toDJi8NmgZ_ImVDPKBnb6TakxFfK8Aoc9sjdslo8WSvM9Z3m3JZhi_lKyzbUtXcHLpR5GQNYFDKq46rX1fjY2pz7vUMsNVwV4/s1600/CIMG2144.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3hPBNlIS57hZuUxn2MealEaVEVKlVhEvtxF1eczLK3toDJi8NmgZ_ImVDPKBnb6TakxFfK8Aoc9sjdslo8WSvM9Z3m3JZhi_lKyzbUtXcHLpR5GQNYFDKq46rX1fjY2pz7vUMsNVwV4/s400/CIMG2144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599536580178466" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">#11. Sara is a great dancer :) Need proof? Just watch her get her boogy on as she plays "Just Dance 2". She is willing to be goofy and I love that about her. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkxijH1uW8DwAPecQJIfybyc_BfomLrY6AgsC-kXK6WQLPsQg-NG4J7BCiV6PFbCl3CV_wEdPlOoTQzHOSusHxts01ujmk1gcJ7YlYeOvumIYY6v_XR0YlY3lP0DnLmk6hRV1xI9lx7s/s1600/CIMG1905.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkxijH1uW8DwAPecQJIfybyc_BfomLrY6AgsC-kXK6WQLPsQg-NG4J7BCiV6PFbCl3CV_wEdPlOoTQzHOSusHxts01ujmk1gcJ7YlYeOvumIYY6v_XR0YlY3lP0DnLmk6hRV1xI9lx7s/s400/CIMG1905.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599459246811890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#12. Sara is straight up silly. I love her ability to make every time we hang out fun and memorable. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvsbqWnvSO4HbNqXrSuAIFQYLVr6hIrPFUiZaM1ztvMTWYZlcAf30lKwAmKkZXh5bU8YhWDjSF_u7FOzVUp0Y7BjiIdhP2hIxtgdDkvbWv-56kDzZUv_G_yZ7K2dLuG00OcBOP6PIxqzM/s1600/IMG_2607.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvsbqWnvSO4HbNqXrSuAIFQYLVr6hIrPFUiZaM1ztvMTWYZlcAf30lKwAmKkZXh5bU8YhWDjSF_u7FOzVUp0Y7BjiIdhP2hIxtgdDkvbWv-56kDzZUv_G_yZ7K2dLuG00OcBOP6PIxqzM/s400/IMG_2607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599380040428178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#13. I love hanging out with Sara because, like myself, she is not afraid to stuff her face with delicious and totally unhealthy food. I never have to feel insecure or judged by her by the amount of food I can consume. She is a woman of God who does not need to count calories to understand her beauty and worth. </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2rP162kmlOnGVN9UhO-9qYhyphenhyphenFNR6cIoBiuH0uZXBExIP_sqV8OB1tjogHQGGoSfzHgzpHnaQDV5GEGIJdljubjGfnGcbdtYqhoZFIqrTrHPWj_76zf775ZtSSp21rihKYocSvOJXFVo/s1600/IMG_2600.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2rP162kmlOnGVN9UhO-9qYhyphenhyphenFNR6cIoBiuH0uZXBExIP_sqV8OB1tjogHQGGoSfzHgzpHnaQDV5GEGIJdljubjGfnGcbdtYqhoZFIqrTrHPWj_76zf775ZtSSp21rihKYocSvOJXFVo/s400/IMG_2600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599301272370514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#14. Each September, Sara accompanies me to the Women's Retreat with PCC and we grow together in our relationships with Christ. Sara is vulnerable and real with her walk with God and isn't afraid to process life with me. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG4GpIpX4Mg4y9hI-N7K_wFBxefYy81y60toY8wzIhrrBFciK_M8Ttk6F0Uo_7Q1ZfmvZcfKm4IiF_P47Atl7OCYensYm0IQ2ROvgqb8qLgwwux1vmbenBXUU8MunhO77a67iMg-iu258/s1600/DSCN0711.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG4GpIpX4Mg4y9hI-N7K_wFBxefYy81y60toY8wzIhrrBFciK_M8Ttk6F0Uo_7Q1ZfmvZcfKm4IiF_P47Atl7OCYensYm0IQ2ROvgqb8qLgwwux1vmbenBXUU8MunhO77a67iMg-iu258/s400/DSCN0711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599238963853282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#15. For some reason ,Sara and I shared the same obsession with finding this "lamp land". We finally found it (semi anti-climatic) and a photo-shoot followed. I love her ability to go on adventures and go with the flow. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJgoEAQutM7nyhLJ9qM78IEsJ1Y6MIlIUJna5ZU_zlHavKmx4Z-8rmalg0G1ouJfwvgTdf2v4eNo3ia6ZJjLhOgf9r6QuB0SoAUvtThropFHWF4xbPDj21YeqPjttW3kY24QLlFlppDg/s1600/IMG_2769.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJgoEAQutM7nyhLJ9qM78IEsJ1Y6MIlIUJna5ZU_zlHavKmx4Z-8rmalg0G1ouJfwvgTdf2v4eNo3ia6ZJjLhOgf9r6QuB0SoAUvtThropFHWF4xbPDj21YeqPjttW3kY24QLlFlppDg/s400/IMG_2769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599153473811922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#16. Sara is the QUEEN of Birthdays. By this I mean that Sara will celebrate your birthday like nobody else! She will text you multiple times that day, drive you around wherever you want to go, feed you your favorite food followed by a bag of your favorite candy, open your doors, bring you flowers, etc etc etc. I have never felt so blessed as I did on my birthday knowing Sara. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTfZf9tgGOtDvg8LNFUQxz4_oXFZoBeoqy4D4-RAtiGLA_howBbiOblCQwVxIW9hNoFeD9NcwKeTC9QWOVQ48j6ETNQiMMgllsvgcpZhBw7VCblXtmxoSKu0N8YEz-fT6xjRmlej0eL8/s1600/CIMG1360.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTfZf9tgGOtDvg8LNFUQxz4_oXFZoBeoqy4D4-RAtiGLA_howBbiOblCQwVxIW9hNoFeD9NcwKeTC9QWOVQ48j6ETNQiMMgllsvgcpZhBw7VCblXtmxoSKu0N8YEz-fT6xjRmlej0eL8/s400/CIMG1360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569599078995835106" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">#17. I am thankful that Sara and Luis get along :) </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love the four amigos!</div><div style="text-align: center;">{LAdventures for Life!}</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZPpsdtVV9KxXOfyZczxY_FbPFL_SnIyMHl-wHGAjRAtQAMSeb71SguQKT_4nJtMXOtL48abSMEor0iFZRhzjmp6xZuwRB8CK0bwPAjNFylywPVWaXVl5BcBEMe3Sr9Z_kuulW8y4crg/s1600/CIMG1937.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZPpsdtVV9KxXOfyZczxY_FbPFL_SnIyMHl-wHGAjRAtQAMSeb71SguQKT_4nJtMXOtL48abSMEor0iFZRhzjmp6xZuwRB8CK0bwPAjNFylywPVWaXVl5BcBEMe3Sr9Z_kuulW8y4crg/s400/CIMG1937.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598983624794018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#18. Sara has a deep love for my big brother. As skeptical as I was at the beginning (as any little sister would be), I am so grateful that she is the one taking care of my brother and loving him each day. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MFbQHv8mm7VOXIynRSO6xBN9BP05MuINmgkQW0rcju_3aiPc3dU6hF6yJ-PaY-YxNRUX8b1ofaBtv8qEP2b5Bzk6oYJTE9yV9ihPOAqpGiEWSnTqFtejfabXhm83oNTfuJxo4gSnn_Q/s1600/IMG_2701.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MFbQHv8mm7VOXIynRSO6xBN9BP05MuINmgkQW0rcju_3aiPc3dU6hF6yJ-PaY-YxNRUX8b1ofaBtv8qEP2b5Bzk6oYJTE9yV9ihPOAqpGiEWSnTqFtejfabXhm83oNTfuJxo4gSnn_Q/s400/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598877018156418" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#19. Sara is one of the greatest friends I have ever had. When I am going through a hard time I can always count on her. She could be extremely busy (more than I even know) and she is still willing to drive an hour to see me regardless of the time of day (or night).</b> <b>She constantly puts my needs before hers and prays for me always. She sends me gift cards to Starbucks in the mail when I am having a hard week. I cannot repay her for the friendship she gives me. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>She truly enriches my life. </b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDtcNFLA2tVEA6BmKNggfA11I2baqUIXUUtGG5XuqtmZKUiAqiOlGfGQ6JS5oJ9uvAKvyyyWMY7wUHJo3y2KxuKeHQKlNcZmcAmCAXC1pQVjoDIjTNEReC-qapW6aJF2Cl3-6rkZqLkg/s1600/IMG_2223.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDtcNFLA2tVEA6BmKNggfA11I2baqUIXUUtGG5XuqtmZKUiAqiOlGfGQ6JS5oJ9uvAKvyyyWMY7wUHJo3y2KxuKeHQKlNcZmcAmCAXC1pQVjoDIjTNEReC-qapW6aJF2Cl3-6rkZqLkg/s400/IMG_2223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598760974710178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#20. On road trips, she is always willing to drive the longest :) </div><div style="text-align: center;">.... even if we all go a little crazy and reenact "the hills have eyes" at a gas station in the desert. haha</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJfujLm327V4OMUCa9CCNmkcSOQuvuc_zq47OvlBmpVrnikst-N6uqKpPvhV0D-VlCv0uw-UOY2YNfPGpMb5oz6lyeodhO_wtGIkNFXs4XcrfJwvj6DC9RLG2WHcWVnJk8HedEFUZj3M/s1600/DSCN0664.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJfujLm327V4OMUCa9CCNmkcSOQuvuc_zq47OvlBmpVrnikst-N6uqKpPvhV0D-VlCv0uw-UOY2YNfPGpMb5oz6lyeodhO_wtGIkNFXs4XcrfJwvj6DC9RLG2WHcWVnJk8HedEFUZj3M/s400/DSCN0664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598663753475266" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">#21. Number 21 is simply that Sara Nicole Yarchever is a BEAUTIFUL woman inside and out. She blesses me sooo often and I cannot imagine walking through life without her deep friendship and sisterhood. I strive to be the kind of friend that she is to me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WOMAN! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjW-5WP_q3JGDM7ti9IxVWs5hlEczYpWaPlGpsc3rtgtuw0KxoTX1DLz7zpOAYii97hcW-HzYG1CrtdiB1TDFAD8PZKO1G6AbV4SPqidpa_d9V5hugnTNyZNYIhHmY90MhDS8k-R-imos/s1600/5929_112656991434_828226434_2120649_5882410_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjW-5WP_q3JGDM7ti9IxVWs5hlEczYpWaPlGpsc3rtgtuw0KxoTX1DLz7zpOAYii97hcW-HzYG1CrtdiB1TDFAD8PZKO1G6AbV4SPqidpa_d9V5hugnTNyZNYIhHmY90MhDS8k-R-imos/s400/5929_112656991434_828226434_2120649_5882410_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598576933054354" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-84288319135534901952011-01-20T19:43:00.000-08:002011-01-20T20:22:59.428-08:00To Remember is to Heal<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">James Edward Petry</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">1929-2011</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-Y-HzVujTNdsOjLJwWh85fs_61SzpVYSAthNLww44s1OSQ2etPGSv8ViX-1QaH_3bdXVDPgXNGQgUmzNUDOD5asXVlQj63MVg16m00d4IGwtb7ibosn14HnsnWLCGgjX-nlvma1OGCA/s1600/sc0004a2aa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-Y-HzVujTNdsOjLJwWh85fs_61SzpVYSAthNLww44s1OSQ2etPGSv8ViX-1QaH_3bdXVDPgXNGQgUmzNUDOD5asXVlQj63MVg16m00d4IGwtb7ibosn14HnsnWLCGgjX-nlvma1OGCA/s400/sc0004a2aa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564480864743208146" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-Y-HzVujTNdsOjLJwWh85fs_61SzpVYSAthNLww44s1OSQ2etPGSv8ViX-1QaH_3bdXVDPgXNGQgUmzNUDOD5asXVlQj63MVg16m00d4IGwtb7ibosn14HnsnWLCGgjX-nlvma1OGCA/s1600/sc0004a2aa.jpg"></a><b>January 14th 2011</b> became the day that I have been dreading for a long time. I lost my uncle, my biggest fan, my favorite man. James Edward Petry ("Uncle Pete") was a son, a brother, a husband, a father, a grandpa, an uncle, a dear friend, a veteran, a police sergeant, and so much more. He had a big impact on the lives of those around him and although he is no longer with us, his lessons and his memory live on in our hearts.<br /><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZ7ijL0QEny8iabWMcnFE0ktc8oiArKp3r8K2ryY-GkHz28Y2mrCGk8Jyq_l3NNUZvAbj9K5J0U9_9PGPXRIg6WMbVifZvo2LfQEv8Fbd_Jt5UuOVCeHBo_OHNh-YZG4-11sIBsZ8DN4/s320/sc0003ee4c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564480204982719938" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Many of my memories include Uncle Pete. Whether that was reading to me as we sat together in his big brown chair... playing hide and go seek (I always hid in the closet in the laundry basket)... playing Old Maid... letting me eat wayy to many Keebler elf man cookies... telling me that I looked like a communist in my hat (from Limited Too)... quizzing me on my mathematic skills and facts about the United States Government... or telling me that I need to live my life a step above the rest... he was always right there. I owe a great deal of who I am to my uncle who expected great things out of me. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was his self-proclaimed favorite niece, who answered to the name "Smack". For 21 years I have been my uncle's Smack and it pains me to know that I won't ever be called that again. Even though he is no longer with us, I will always be his Smack. As a kid, and even now some days, its hard to realize that people won't always be here. As obvious as it is that everybody dies, it seems unreal that someone who has always be there won't be there anymore. I can't imagine certain annual events, birthdays, holidays, etc without my uncle there telling me that I need to take a business class, to pass the salt, and to go change the world. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_k3xPzaFSisIG3WL4_gKYm55gNvrTaM7HeKL1gDj9gIGMzHPekSvminOG54Fu1YGcsFIle1KMxElg6Kdeas5WmQFIzZDN3shEzr1g-yztocbtVIrkyZGmCkR1RW7pffT5jiabkqSwlW8/s1600/sc0004439e.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_k3xPzaFSisIG3WL4_gKYm55gNvrTaM7HeKL1gDj9gIGMzHPekSvminOG54Fu1YGcsFIle1KMxElg6Kdeas5WmQFIzZDN3shEzr1g-yztocbtVIrkyZGmCkR1RW7pffT5jiabkqSwlW8/s320/sc0004439e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564480571264344146" /></a><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>One thing I LOVED about my Uncle Pete was the infinite stock of stories he had about my mother. Although I will still argue that I was his favorite, my mother was a close second ;) </div><div>It was not possible to get through a dinner at Aunt June and Uncle Pete's house without learning a new (or hearing a classic old) story about my mom. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I started typing up some of these stories and one of my favorite quotes is this: </div><div>"Your mother was always quick and ready with a response for me. We're close. People may not know that now, but we are darn close Smack. Once I told her I would report her to the King if she didn't shape up and she instantly responded with, 'That's alright. I'm the Queen.'" </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My Uncle Pete holds a very special place in my mom's life. He walked her down the aisle as she married my dad and it was always my dream that I could have the same privilege. It became clear to me in the past few months that my Uncle would not be around for this. I always wanted him to see my graduate college and he was only about three months away from witnessing this. He always encouraged me to be the smartest and the kindest I could be and I can credit my determination to succeed largely to him. Despite his absence, I will become a college graduate on May 7th with the love and support of my family. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After you lose someone, you quickly learn that the rest of the world keeps spinning and that you have to find a way to keep up with it. You learn that "even in laughter the heart may ache" (Proverbs 14:13) and that time, in fact, does begin to heal the broken heart. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjeD73eKeFXzdVhyEt3MoeKxW3YtOGtQGn4KoLWypJms4Gbo0kVTecHTKf6g1im167TB9qo_nMn0NHpbnQh5SFhq5qTO7JGa-mcG9_X6Qx-DRIJkNP9b7cfHYNP_4PR1BKTcElwxkNTY/s1600/37447_130280820328813_100000406878159_217214_2026969_n.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjeD73eKeFXzdVhyEt3MoeKxW3YtOGtQGn4KoLWypJms4Gbo0kVTecHTKf6g1im167TB9qo_nMn0NHpbnQh5SFhq5qTO7JGa-mcG9_X6Qx-DRIJkNP9b7cfHYNP_4PR1BKTcElwxkNTY/s400/37447_130280820328813_100000406878159_217214_2026969_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564479932429607970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Forever in our lives. Forever in our hearts. </div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Your legacy lives on. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you Uncle Pete. </div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-18156469363251786452011-01-03T17:17:00.000-08:002011-01-03T17:20:08.061-08:00My little Buddy<div style="text-align: center;">Just wanted to show off my hott date from New Year's Eve this year...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Elias David :) </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZrH1xQ9xgmOrFokyJAygxMCH45gtAWkKLqy9gqB31bw4gbjz2ogH7d_U080mDGhcXktCb5Dnc8oHaTsnREC5fsq0QJkZMzzso1atf_i33Kn06iEYs_1dYOFLqG93-WJcsAwOZ8_rAEA/s1600/IMG_6740.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZrH1xQ9xgmOrFokyJAygxMCH45gtAWkKLqy9gqB31bw4gbjz2ogH7d_U080mDGhcXktCb5Dnc8oHaTsnREC5fsq0QJkZMzzso1atf_i33Kn06iEYs_1dYOFLqG93-WJcsAwOZ8_rAEA/s400/IMG_6740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558134033045221074" /></a>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-7282604045021397172011-01-01T22:43:00.000-08:002011-01-01T22:45:56.346-08:00Turn your Resolutions into a Reformation of Life<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>These are the Resolutions of Jonathan Edwards. If you are working on some New Year's Resolutions, look no further. Mr Edwards read these every week. </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b>I have the best intentions of striving to be this kind of person in 2011. </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span class="msoChangeProp" style="font-weight: normal; "><i><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;">Resolutions 1 through 21 were written by in one sitting in New Haven in 1722.</span></i></span></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span class="msoChangeProp"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></strong><b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span>The Resolutions of Jonathan Edwards (1722-1723)</span></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Being sensible that I am unable to do anything without God's help, I do humbly entreat him by his grace to enable me to keep these Resolutions, so far as they are agreeable to his will, for Christ's sake.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Remember to read over these Resolutions once a week.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">1. Resolved, that I will do whatsoever I think to be most to God's glory, and my own good, profit and pleasure, in the whole of my duration, without any consideration of the time, whether now, or never so many myriad's of ages hence. Resolved to do whatever I think to be my duty and most for the good and advantage of mankind in general. Resolved to do this, whatever difficulties I meet with, how many and how great soever.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">2. Resolved, to be continually endeavoring to find out some new invention and contrivance to promote the aforementioned things.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">3. Resolved, if ever I shall fall and grow dull, so as to neglect to keep any part of these Resolutions, to repent of all I can remember, when I come to myself again.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">4. Resolved, never to do any manner of thing, whether in soul or body, less or more, but what tends to the glory of God; nor be, nor suffer it, if I can avoid it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">5. Resolved, never to lose one moment of time; but improve it the most profitable way I possibly can.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">6. Resolved, to live with all my might, while I do live.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">7. Resolved, never to do anything, which I should be afraid to do, if it were the last hour of my life.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">8. Resolved, to act, in all respects, both speaking and doing, as if nobody had been so vile as I, and as if I had committed the same sins, or had the same infirmities or failings as others; and that I will let the knowledge of their failings promote nothing but shame in myself, and prove only an occasion of my confessing my own sins and misery to God.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">9. Resolved, to think much on all occasions of my own dying, and of the common circumstances which attend death.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">10. Resolved, when I feel pain, to think of the pains of martyrdom, and of hell.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">11. Resolved, when I think of any theorem in divinity to be solved, immediately to do what I can towards solving it, if circumstances don't hinder.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">12. Resolved, if I take delight in it as a gratification of pride, or vanity, or on any such account, immediately to throw it by.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">13. Resolved, to be endeavoring to find out fit objects of charity and liberality.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">14. Resolved, never to do anything out of revenge.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">15. Resolved, never to suffer the least motions of anger to irrational beings.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">16. Resolved, never to speak evil of anyone, so that it shall tend to his dishonor, more or less, upon no account except for some real good.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">17. Resolved, that I will live so as I shall wish I had done when I come to die.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">18. Resolved, to live so at all times, as I think is best in my devout frames, and when I have clearest notions of things of the gospel, and another world.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">19. Resolved, never to do anything, which I should be afraid to do, if I expected it would not be above an hour, before I should hear the last trump.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">20. Resolved, to maintain the strictest temperance in eating and drinking.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">21. Resolved, never to do anything, which if I should see in another, I should count a just occasion to despise him for, or to think any way the more meanly of him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">22. Resolved, to endeavor to obtain for myself as much happiness, in the other world, as I possibly can, with all the power; might, vigor, and vehemence, yea violence, I am capable of, or can bring myself to exert, in any way that can be thought of.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">23. Resolved, frequently to take some deliberate action, which seems most unlikely to be done, for the glory of God, and trace it back to the original intention, designs and ends of it; and if I find it not to be for God's glory, to repute it as a breach of the 4th Resolution.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">24. Resolved, whenever I do any conspicuously evil action, to trace it back, till I come to the original cause; and then both carefully endeavor to do so no more, and to fight and pray with all my might against the original of it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">25. Resolved, to examine carefully, and constantly, what that one thing in me is, which causes me in the least to doubt of the love of God; and to direct all my forces against it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">26. Resolved, to cast away such things, as I find do abate my assurance.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">27. Resolved, never willfully to omit anything, except the omission be for the glory of God; and frequently to examine my omissions.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">28. Resolved, to study the Scriptures so steadily, constantly and frequently, as that I may find, and plainly perceive myself to grow in the knowledge of the same.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">29. Resolved, never to count that a prayer, nor to let that pass as a prayer, nor that as a petition of a prayer, which is so made, that I cannot hope that God will answer it; nor that as a confession, which I cannot hope God will accept.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">30. Resolved, to strive to my utmost every week to be brought higher in religion, and to a higher exercise of grace, than I was the week before.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">31. Resolved, never to say anything at all against anybody, but when it is</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">perfectly agreeable to the highest degree of Christian honor, and of love to mankind, agreeable to the lowest humility, and sense of my own faults and failings, and agreeable to the golden rule; often, when I have said anything against anyone, to bring it to, and try it strictly by the test of this Resolution.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">32. Resolved, to be strictly and firmly faithful to my trust, that that in Prov. 20:6, "A faithful man who can find?" may not be partly fulfilled in me.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">33. Resolved, always to do what I can towards making, maintaining, establishing and preserving peace, when it can be without over-balancing detriment in other respects. <i>Dec.26, 1722.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">34. Resolved, in narration's never to speak anything but the pure and simple verity.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">35. Resolved, whenever I so much question whether I have done my duty, as that my quiet and calm is thereby disturbed, to set it down, and also how the question was resolved. <i>Dec. 18, 1722.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">36. Resolved, never to speak evil of any, except I have some particular good call for it. <i>Dec. 19, 1722.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">37. Resolved, to inquire every night, as I am going to bed, wherein I have been negligent, what sin I have committed, and wherein I have denied myself: also at the end of every week, month and year. <i>Dec.22 and 26, 1722.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">38. Resolved, never to speak anything that is ridiculous, sportive, or matter of laughter on the Lord's day. <i>Sabbath evening, Dec. 23, 1722.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">39. </span></i><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Resolved, never to do anything that I so much question the lawfulness of, as that I intend, at the same time, to consider and examine afterwards, whether it be lawful or no; except I as much question the lawfulness of the omission.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">40. Resolved, to inquire every night, before I go to bed, whether I have acted in the best way I possibly could, with respect to eating and drinking. <i>Jan. 7, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">41. Resolved, to ask myself at the end of every day, week, month and year, wherein I could possibly in any respect have done better. <i>Jan. 11, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">42. Resolved, frequently to renew the dedication of myself to God, which was made at my baptism; which I solemnly renewed, when I was received into the communion of the church; and which I have solemnly re-made this twelfth day of January, 1722-23.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">43. Resolved, never henceforward, till I die, to act as if I were any way my own, but entirely and altogether God's, agreeable to what is to be found in <i>Saturday, January 12. Jan.12, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">44- Resolved, that no other end but religion, shall have any influence at all on any of my actions; and that no action shall be, in the least circumstance, any otherwise than the religious end will carry it. <i>Jan.12, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">45. Resolved, never to allow any pleasure or grief, joy or sorrow, nor any affection at all, nor any degree of affection, nor any circumstance relating to it, but what helps religion. <i>Jan.12 </i>and <i>13.1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">46. Resolved, never to allow the least measure of any fretting uneasiness at my father or mother. Resolved to suffer no effects of it, so much as in the least alteration of speech, or motion of my eve: and to be especially careful of it, with respect to any of our family.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">47. Resolved, to endeavor to my utmost to deny whatever is not most agreeable to a good, and universally sweet and benevolent, quiet, peace able, contented, easy, compassionate, generous, humble, meek, modest, submissive, obliging, diligent and industrious, charitable, even, patient, moderate, forgiving, sincere temper; and to do at all times what such a temper would lead me to. Examine strictly every week, whether I have done so. <i>Sabbath morning. May 5,1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">48. Resolved, constantly, with the utmost niceness and diligence, and the strictest scrutiny, to be looking into the state of my soul, that I may know whether I have truly an interest in Christ or no; that when I come to die, I may not have any negligence respecting this to repent of. May <i>26, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">49. Resolved, that this never shall be, if I can help it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">50.<b> </b>Resolved, I will act so as I think I shall judge would have been best, and most prudent, when I come into the future world. <i>July 5, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">51.<b> </b>Resolved, that I will act so, in every respect, as I think I shall wish I had done, if I should at last be damned. <i>July 8, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">52. I frequently hear persons in old age say how they would live, if they were to live their lives over again: Resolved, that I will live just so as I can think I shall wish I had done, supposing I live to old age. <i>July 8, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">53. Resolved, to improve every opportunity, when I am in the best and happiest frame of mind, to cast and venture my soul on the Lord Jesus Christ, to trust and confide in him, and consecrate myself wholly to him; that from this I may have assurance of my safety, knowing that I confide in my Redeemer. <i>July 8, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">54. Whenever I hear anything spoken in conversation of any person, if I think it would be praiseworthy in me, Resolved to endeavor to imitate it. <i>July 8, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">55. Resolved, to endeavor to my utmost to act as I can think I should do, if I had already seen the happiness of heaven, and hell torments. <i>July 8, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">56. Resolved, never to give over, nor in the least to slacken my fight with my corruptions, however unsuccessful I may be.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">57. Resolved, when I fear misfortunes and adversities, to examine whether ~ have done my duty, and resolve to do it; and let it be just as providence orders it, I will as far as I can, be concerned about nothing but my duty and my sin.<i>June 9, and July 13 1723<b>.</b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">58. Resolved, not only to refrain from an air of dislike, fretfulness, and anger in conversation, but to exhibit an air of love, cheerfulness and benignity. <i>May27,</i>and <i>July 13, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">59. Resolved, when I am most conscious of provocations to ill nature and anger, that I will strive most to feel and act good-naturedly; yea, at such times, to manifest good nature, though I think that in other respects it would be disadvantageous, and so as would be imprudent at other times. <i>May 12, July ii,</i>and <i>July 13.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">60. Resolved, whenever my feelings begin to appear in the least out of order, when I am conscious of the least uneasiness within, or the least irregularity without, I will then subject myself to the strictest examination. <i>July 4, and 13, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">61. Resolved, that I will not give way to that listlessness which I find unbends and relaxes my mind from being fully and fixedly set on religion, whatever excuse I may have for it-that what my listlessness inclines me to do, is best to be done, etc. <i>May 21, </i>and <i>July 13, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">62. Resolved, never to do anything but duty; and then according to Eph. 6:6-8, do it willingly and cheerfully as unto the Lord, and not to man; "knowing that whatever good thing any man doth, the same shall he receive of the Lord." <i>June 25 </i>and <i>July 13, 1723<b>.</b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">63. On the supposition, that there never was to be but one individual in the world, at any one time, who was properly a complete Christian, in all respects of a right stamp, having Christianity always shining in its true luster, and appearing excellent and lovely, from whatever part and under whatever character viewed: Resolved, to act just as I would do, if I strove with all my might to be that one, who should live in my time. <i>Jan.14' and July '3' 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">64. Resolved, when I find those "groanings which cannot be uttered" (Rom. 8:26), of which the Apostle speaks, and those "breakings of soul for the longing it hath," of which the Psalmist speaks, Psalm 119:20<b>, </b>that I will promote them to the utmost of my power, and that I will not be wear', of earnestly endeavoring to vent my desires, nor of the repetitions of such earnestness. <i>July 23, </i>and <i>August 10, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">65. Resolved, very much to exercise myself in this all my life long, viz. with the greatest openness I am capable of, to declare my ways to God, and lay open my soul to him: all my sins, temptations, difficulties, sorrows, fears, hopes, desires, and every thing, and every circumstance; according to Dr. Manton's 27th Sermon on Psalm 119. <i>July 26, </i>and <i>Aug.10 1723<b>.</b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">66. Resolved, that I will endeavor always to keep a benign aspect, and air of acting and speaking in all places, and in all companies, except it should so happen that duty requires otherwise.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">67. Resolved, after afflictions, to inquire, what I am the better for them, what good I have got by them, and what I might have got by them.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">68. Resolved, to confess frankly to myself all that which I find in myself, either infirmity or sin; and, if it be what concerns religion, also to confess the whole case to God, and implore needed help. <i>July 23, </i>and <i>August 10, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">69. Resolved, always to do that, which I shall wish I had done when I see others do it. <i>Aug. 11, 1723.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">70. </span></i><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Let there be something of benevolence, in all that I speak. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Aug. 17, 1723</span></i></p></span>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-37312057965823857062010-12-30T15:48:00.000-08:002010-12-30T16:37:15.849-08:00Year in a Color Film: 28 Exposures<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#336666;">The Journey of 2010</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; ">I can't believe another year of life has come and gone. In light of new births and sickness it is clear that each moment should be treasured. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; ">This is a photo journey of my year.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; ">Cheers to twenty-ten! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><b><i>January</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> started the year off right. I went back to CBU for the Spring semester of my Junior year. I had the privilege of continuing to eat dinner with some awesome homeless friends every week (including my dear friend Cosmo, photo below). </span></b></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxY8P0EyT9FSlQUm-uf9EQ19AIC_bUX4zLXIVlb5-kmAA6idxDRZWZ9CElM3_EzdnMUECYz0fKGuCZORNdwushDXTs2Zr2a47SEjVKl0NK-HzPrs1X2ZLgPraSMLMgzE0XPP__izNreg/s1600/Photo015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxY8P0EyT9FSlQUm-uf9EQ19AIC_bUX4zLXIVlb5-kmAA6idxDRZWZ9CElM3_EzdnMUECYz0fKGuCZORNdwushDXTs2Zr2a47SEjVKl0NK-HzPrs1X2ZLgPraSMLMgzE0XPP__izNreg/s400/Photo015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556632661730606818" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxY8P0EyT9FSlQUm-uf9EQ19AIC_bUX4zLXIVlb5-kmAA6idxDRZWZ9CElM3_EzdnMUECYz0fKGuCZORNdwushDXTs2Zr2a47SEjVKl0NK-HzPrs1X2ZLgPraSMLMgzE0XPP__izNreg/s1600/Photo015.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;">In <b><i>February</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">, I got a new camera from Michael Ring and went a little photo crazy (I have many pictures of many things). </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I celebrated the birthdays of two of my most beloved people:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> my mom and my uncle. </span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3pPrCrVqvwe3AFUM_aii4ltIpMlfPB00mRgjX2SA96UxredumSm3UuLMfBXWX5xnp137z8U3vFz9DQAsNQdLsz_2f5Tls7s7iekjmOdb5kjcOrra0bgLwhwA4-52lrkt_mdxuDDrtWA/s1600/IMG_1955.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3pPrCrVqvwe3AFUM_aii4ltIpMlfPB00mRgjX2SA96UxredumSm3UuLMfBXWX5xnp137z8U3vFz9DQAsNQdLsz_2f5Tls7s7iekjmOdb5kjcOrra0bgLwhwA4-52lrkt_mdxuDDrtWA/s400/IMG_1955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556632565736059970" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2BFAcs43ondI9jb56n3bgSh_A9AW0qQYDqoSEdi_5agjCTuyT1tlN2kU18j9BYwHy74xNcBGZCWHmEO9dnYi26rJ2QIxwAsYZ1O_Kqi2_SrAZdWrN0C81G-jQIfBpGJD-Z42vWCYnk0/s1600/IMG_1920.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2BFAcs43ondI9jb56n3bgSh_A9AW0qQYDqoSEdi_5agjCTuyT1tlN2kU18j9BYwHy74xNcBGZCWHmEO9dnYi26rJ2QIxwAsYZ1O_Kqi2_SrAZdWrN0C81G-jQIfBpGJD-Z42vWCYnk0/s400/IMG_1920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556632386960634210" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpu7JmPAmLDc0TzIt5ZsOexX43NThhxpCJO3xafNdjzxhcJaFrnPKxltsV0fky-Izwqrz_a7cjoQomaaR7SC8wQbowt7sgfLTiQzzKkwV-DHq-pwFHVRxC3dtxbt6yFfDBsNh3Hm4ehE0/s1600/DSCN3012.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpu7JmPAmLDc0TzIt5ZsOexX43NThhxpCJO3xafNdjzxhcJaFrnPKxltsV0fky-Izwqrz_a7cjoQomaaR7SC8wQbowt7sgfLTiQzzKkwV-DHq-pwFHVRxC3dtxbt6yFfDBsNh3Hm4ehE0/s1600/DSCN3012.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpu7JmPAmLDc0TzIt5ZsOexX43NThhxpCJO3xafNdjzxhcJaFrnPKxltsV0fky-Izwqrz_a7cjoQomaaR7SC8wQbowt7sgfLTiQzzKkwV-DHq-pwFHVRxC3dtxbt6yFfDBsNh3Hm4ehE0/s400/DSCN3012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556632228696756050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>March</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> brought my 21st birthday (where I partied like a rockstar in the Knotts Berry Farm Hotel with my family and dear friends). This month also marks the beginning of Los Angeles Adventures- aka L.A.dventure- with Kevin and Sara!!! </span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXiI3nPLhx5DEQNcrVVxOtzxEUQXB_zQJau6fZ9ogv_dmx5BACljw-a0pfX6Ma7PkvvIzBJnr20RPD1Esa2kDWjd5eQZ2mrNVDG5dmuaKUC5NfGhvZbfqs3E9DDJ-xd8oz2ozhmjRI0g/s1600/IMG_1990.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXiI3nPLhx5DEQNcrVVxOtzxEUQXB_zQJau6fZ9ogv_dmx5BACljw-a0pfX6Ma7PkvvIzBJnr20RPD1Esa2kDWjd5eQZ2mrNVDG5dmuaKUC5NfGhvZbfqs3E9DDJ-xd8oz2ozhmjRI0g/s400/IMG_1990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556632061982804226" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oUXYpXNWWi-jaQO_bv9OhQeV7khsQ3dHN1H-_ICvTpB1Me7S3rcN_4IcXQuHdIDCF5OXvYNtU9W8fpPFhq4_RZUBGoCpMMbzXIHArG8IdFPVRa6smuoDD7hlfB4BWF729TU3OS5ScsE/s1600/IMG_2252.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6tNIN8ItoTJieSf-47ddjBlvEHaJ4JY2ptqoKrzT9l-rhFiLubzikYKmAtT2xdjsTdjnZ8RE2uL2GILLTmrRi7_9_FWxjlc6B2mMHVT2RVOyTU72I03g7CBstwaAy4VhO8SasdD8j8U/s400/IMG_3281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556629924631592210" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6tNIN8ItoTJieSf-47ddjBlvEHaJ4JY2ptqoKrzT9l-rhFiLubzikYKmAtT2xdjsTdjnZ8RE2uL2GILLTmrRi7_9_FWxjlc6B2mMHVT2RVOyTU72I03g7CBstwaAy4VhO8SasdD8j8U/s1600/IMG_3281.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;">All I really remember from <b><i>June</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> is being very sick... </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">but I spent my days with Kiley :) </span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2LBqX55l0l8PTueLQXWUz6ZEHRGvt5YXie9R0OeR8JuZGyg-rLlcVuIPbcT8J1vEDdNsfVV1udU0raAYUHYIWbbn5TnVkDmm3uX4FQnrjpb33JrlZutZY6HAACRcW4PPrBSs9P7piNM/s1600/IMG_4086.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcIHiW2w-Fb1hurH5LtbeXDBotAEREslEMQRkAbQgE_Hp7qfaMLNla8Mh-CGPVobJ-YKL3d7Q0IrLsxXC_96pnK0_rFGXfFkrnb9iLSDDCbqOB6356VM40oc6pj5QZvmEUn2ZwUCM4W0/s400/IMG_4933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556628844753965234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In <b><i>August,</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> Jenna Fawcett becomes Jenna Rainey </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">and also the first friend of our group to get hitched.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have my first "paid gig" for taking pictures at </div><div style="text-align: center;">Brittany Johnson's Baby Shower!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pEhoIXiO2ReJ9yGoJpuO2rB1ouBDnucW3e9D2qifSeIC7-RuZ88UkirwlZUwh5jeH6AZ15OyDqh9bj_W6fLN5oJ0bKNT42u8c5s9Tu4dZIbRE0TFLIc6oE9G4NSoQhT_mNeEHyi122k/s1600/IMG_5212.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT63C-shD4nC78tG-OIw-dSG8L5IQUoD6To92su53zqXoOOPM25PXboEcriOBu1YjfJ4DyqnvAQS5W9NG0-8NT5SxrrWT5rIawIJwOoIKGwkBFt0Qrbwvg09M_QgT58ayV3aZRnk8Dnzg/s400/Biggest%2521%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556627866318988002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>October</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> was full of school and work (two part time jobs at school) </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">but in the meantime I work diligently on my Postage Stamp collection :) </span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbRFC0GwkY353GC2Vx9t550hHKOe1ddvS33Z2QyoQvv1JxH4rxQB-o4tt_6B1zg_PochVM4pjEej82vGVitvwEfTKc2jIRFFaAWiRMTmavvf4dj453U9jn08DkVe466ll1s5Ah8Eyhsc/s1600/IMG_6176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbRFC0GwkY353GC2Vx9t550hHKOe1ddvS33Z2QyoQvv1JxH4rxQB-o4tt_6B1zg_PochVM4pjEej82vGVitvwEfTKc2jIRFFaAWiRMTmavvf4dj453U9jn08DkVe466ll1s5Ah8Eyhsc/s400/IMG_6176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556627768966228930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In <b><i>November</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> it became very clear to me that I have a very dear new friend in Lauren Spencer. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I become a Bridesmaid (for the first time!)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> and a Godmother to Elias in one day. </span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6LLUBMfH_QMDhsEQ-dH6_AkWf7GY5PDD3YmRG4-W85OwrfyW-pnIMO_aCtSjyZknfscg9js45celJ11Qgk4XgNc2_XE4Xf5YcEAp-ax2a6lvhw8axf6GZVKt4t-fk2q7gXD-GviNlwg/s1600/IMG_6470.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6LLUBMfH_QMDhsEQ-dH6_AkWf7GY5PDD3YmRG4-W85OwrfyW-pnIMO_aCtSjyZknfscg9js45celJ11Qgk4XgNc2_XE4Xf5YcEAp-ax2a6lvhw8axf6GZVKt4t-fk2q7gXD-GviNlwg/s400/IMG_6470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556627533262104738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>December</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> has been a busy month with finals and family circumstances. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I am learning just how sufficient and amazing my Lord is. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I also started a business with my roommate J Tracy called </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><b>Trademark Pages</b>.</span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I felt old as I watched my best friend graduate from college. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-PzxnVQb4hK0q2_1Dc-r7ipvxGBCISAbDzGkFyYMYlRM4GD6PeRbOB7IaZxfxFt6_CkQlHyBlPd96iPSVuoTwD5pKDMEl_3Axj9BEe63OJHdkrsylCWaRXvFcm0BbhIncbAzjIWxwm7A/s1600/IMG_6639.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-3iDBdGc8ZyekBcP8lyDakAjfR9BgKYrX7zZVjx-BUZB3fKDii14g7yoTFjJJ5bGVlmHMAZJBtSHJ-XEPut-31EhCOumH4QjO943ZWt2ylQo74VZ_3cYK5Nz4iulqzK60ahV3iqQwhY/s400/IMG_6705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556626959491656562" /></a></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I am overwhelmed thinking about all that has happened this year... but mostly I just can't believe how fast it went by! Everyone tells me that the years only go faster as you get older and I really felt that this year.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I am thankful to every friend and family member that influenced me and encouraged me this year. Life would not be the same without you. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> Can't wait to see what next year holds!</b></div></div></div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-92160119689851875702010-12-16T19:16:00.001-08:002010-12-16T19:34:28.094-08:00Trademark Pages<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jessica Tracy and I are proud to present the "Grand Opening" of our new business.....</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YJrFwW6NEFPfQcGE9SbItGkJq2NuQ34eQQk1yQBEJJdUeo_swEW_tzLpfu0Sae4YIUkqma-fEkjYP96v9GwfU40S8PMScs34qUHE9Db_j5tjV8ofawQznYatwgW7KotHQ8aQDtUTAgg/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 57px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YJrFwW6NEFPfQcGE9SbItGkJq2NuQ34eQQk1yQBEJJdUeo_swEW_tzLpfu0Sae4YIUkqma-fEkjYP96v9GwfU40S8PMScs34qUHE9Db_j5tjV8ofawQznYatwgW7KotHQ8aQDtUTAgg/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551486030069385714" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YJrFwW6NEFPfQcGE9SbItGkJq2NuQ34eQQk1yQBEJJdUeo_swEW_tzLpfu0Sae4YIUkqma-fEkjYP96v9GwfU40S8PMScs34qUHE9Db_j5tjV8ofawQznYatwgW7KotHQ8aQDtUTAgg/s1600/Picture+1.png"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">"Trademark Pages" </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">is our craft company that </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">produces original one of a kind books on canvas! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Below are some examples of the types of work we do. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I<b>f you would like to place an order please email: </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>trademarkpages@yahoo.com</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Prices are generally set at:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">-8x10 Canvas $15.00</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">-11x14 Canvas $20.00</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">-Picture Frame $5.00</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">-Journal $5.00</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">-add up to $10.00 for personalization to any project</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YJrFwW6NEFPfQcGE9SbItGkJq2NuQ34eQQk1yQBEJJdUeo_swEW_tzLpfu0Sae4YIUkqma-fEkjYP96v9GwfU40S8PMScs34qUHE9Db_j5tjV8ofawQznYatwgW7KotHQ8aQDtUTAgg/s1600/Picture+1.png"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHlzc4pIU-F1cpGB8sFA1w5MYuxXsVJNR3KBH2jwf0czp3Obqebfs4-vrvfGgaAVdbt1kxEIkoHMDF2DMH3KWY6cRJ6PXobALTNRYuyIk5-EOQ-Pf2OWJS14PdNrjy9WSHnKv38fRTTU/s1600/IMG_6662.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHlzc4pIU-F1cpGB8sFA1w5MYuxXsVJNR3KBH2jwf0czp3Obqebfs4-vrvfGgaAVdbt1kxEIkoHMDF2DMH3KWY6cRJ6PXobALTNRYuyIk5-EOQ-Pf2OWJS14PdNrjy9WSHnKv38fRTTU/s400/IMG_6662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551485929528194402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Trademark Pages make the PERFECT Christmas gift... with a personal touch! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5IaYZibRHkbVlbqvm2lSJ6TFTrdgpaSaRlZ0iCn4XBHhRfmqRdfs8MzEI3KCDSod0A7X3LnITUpakD-e5e7PSkJbJ0dXE1z2Puw1_C813aplHIPn5Ffjmo0KAoy60bqowFv8Admy7qc/s1600/IMG_6639.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5IaYZibRHkbVlbqvm2lSJ6TFTrdgpaSaRlZ0iCn4XBHhRfmqRdfs8MzEI3KCDSod0A7X3LnITUpakD-e5e7PSkJbJ0dXE1z2Puw1_C813aplHIPn5Ffjmo0KAoy60bqowFv8Admy7qc/s400/IMG_6639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551485822030174242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Customize</b> with your favorite colors. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUw-unuUglovpcW-_4w7QavOw8iiwly0qHFlIs4btkoqbUeYS8hsGETLmFqadUMpoYU__zdK1-TCJAjTRB118Es6WFvB8ohWIc_nopvMNrwwCUkGZkpGLp9ODq4KrQKeHK0OlenxJMfeM/s1600/IMG_6659.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUw-unuUglovpcW-_4w7QavOw8iiwly0qHFlIs4btkoqbUeYS8hsGETLmFqadUMpoYU__zdK1-TCJAjTRB118Es6WFvB8ohWIc_nopvMNrwwCUkGZkpGLp9ODq4KrQKeHK0OlenxJMfeM/s400/IMG_6659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551485745202211122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Jane Austin</b> Books (including Pride and Prejudice, Mansfield Park, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Emma, Sense and Sensibility, Persuasion, and more)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6iDOnDoYGHCPn608XZNJiQxlgRchKA8MtbMLFekvXLe9YLDpvlIvssSGbqzRS-J2YVtvOHMvw3N92GFBFqgSlVqKQHDH0xEOAjnQwDTqZ9c5uVpmbWTq0ZraL0-zQlBR9T-q1GeDflI/s1600/IMG_6651.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6iDOnDoYGHCPn608XZNJiQxlgRchKA8MtbMLFekvXLe9YLDpvlIvssSGbqzRS-J2YVtvOHMvw3N92GFBFqgSlVqKQHDH0xEOAjnQwDTqZ9c5uVpmbWTq0ZraL0-zQlBR9T-q1GeDflI/s400/IMG_6651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551485662660211010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Canvases in various shapes and sizes. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5PPOH7TkGChlLRsqHiqewy5zVIUiW6Q7XLoPP3TT_uqZD5-zpBsRruNLA1ZzqHyzhiuf3DPjZqRdr5WhnIml1wimE5ABGGkwlvTSHxgK1twSE5FeNPARdInZg2pSpGHNuvN2wZ4vHv0/s1600/IMG_6667.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5PPOH7TkGChlLRsqHiqewy5zVIUiW6Q7XLoPP3TT_uqZD5-zpBsRruNLA1ZzqHyzhiuf3DPjZqRdr5WhnIml1wimE5ABGGkwlvTSHxgK1twSE5FeNPARdInZg2pSpGHNuvN2wZ4vHv0/s400/IMG_6667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551485567247203522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sherlock Holmes for the fellas. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwV9xQxtyWNPEE3dYYoaDNrqHQMjASApyDxQj_Wk7txlvw1RAJjI6GLpT4cTfqoX4xJCnm_R0D1UhcJtVfUgjYX-1aLkDJ-OqzALbCBuMe4coyM2PTdocg7nAWrA5uMNuIPGRepbJL2A/s1600/IMG_6674.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwV9xQxtyWNPEE3dYYoaDNrqHQMjASApyDxQj_Wk7txlvw1RAJjI6GLpT4cTfqoX4xJCnm_R0D1UhcJtVfUgjYX-1aLkDJ-OqzALbCBuMe4coyM2PTdocg7nAWrA5uMNuIPGRepbJL2A/s400/IMG_6674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551485463206876066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">More Jane Austin </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn6xzj1RD4g_grN4ZDhq3EV76rqAMgDmCoYysehGtPaXfSdeNuUGfL58BD1SAkmYTduPDMMUgUjI4krdcdSFXRV6UOOEYprhlJ02udg5Nzk9z0tzrP3UHjUgXVydTaQiDdygv8EFxH-X0/s1600/IMG_6678.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn6xzj1RD4g_grN4ZDhq3EV76rqAMgDmCoYysehGtPaXfSdeNuUGfL58BD1SAkmYTduPDMMUgUjI4krdcdSFXRV6UOOEYprhlJ02udg5Nzk9z0tzrP3UHjUgXVydTaQiDdygv8EFxH-X0/s400/IMG_6678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551485375052861026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">More Sherlock Holmes </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6kkjb3HkKh5z37vzzTm-QWVvJ83h7sp5PG-sX2pOWQEAxThw_V1ITZWVfhJPJ5LEd-sSSd3aKmNGs4LtMV0nYYXA1HljEArl5P1Wy9SG9fFVinNr1QpP220CMaBSiYU9k6-TchyphenhyphengzSjE/s1600/IMG_6680.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6kkjb3HkKh5z37vzzTm-QWVvJ83h7sp5PG-sX2pOWQEAxThw_V1ITZWVfhJPJ5LEd-sSSd3aKmNGs4LtMV0nYYXA1HljEArl5P1Wy9SG9fFVinNr1QpP220CMaBSiYU9k6-TchyphenhyphengzSjE/s400/IMG_6680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551485251464975218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We also create the perfect touch to any kids room with our</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Children's Collection</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Snow White, Peter Pan, Tom Sawyer, Mr. Popper's Penguins,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A Kiss for Little Bear, and more). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbvv4-xu3VUONlKEY0_382fMwJlLKjAZFTB1Tt8NX9TbyjshTMdwuACCtox-FbUCoMFLJ4_3YOcsMnS09lN_GqOETuwR8YtU_xNkJgtEupsbSc1oH2kICQ6h22QiVmjEABVFSw4_ezEA/s1600/IMG_6681.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbvv4-xu3VUONlKEY0_382fMwJlLKjAZFTB1Tt8NX9TbyjshTMdwuACCtox-FbUCoMFLJ4_3YOcsMnS09lN_GqOETuwR8YtU_xNkJgtEupsbSc1oH2kICQ6h22QiVmjEABVFSw4_ezEA/s400/IMG_6681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551485162059168162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Button colors, quotes, and the color painted on the side</div><div style="text-align: center;">can all be personalized! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9H1DTdZv1cnYL6vWrbVmJgi_SObuIWiGuXjNgF4gykelRoSGTPyQzFDVKKxocJKG4RXDBcEmRwk2WbGAgt-MUHJ_GEnaCcQaWqe61C5FUL_NprtWPoZuclxgD7KwXcjn3bIBlnAWINm4/s1600/IMG_6683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9H1DTdZv1cnYL6vWrbVmJgi_SObuIWiGuXjNgF4gykelRoSGTPyQzFDVKKxocJKG4RXDBcEmRwk2WbGAgt-MUHJ_GEnaCcQaWqe61C5FUL_NprtWPoZuclxgD7KwXcjn3bIBlnAWINm4/s400/IMG_6683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551485046549543378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The perfect gift this Holiday Season is a personalized </div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">canvas from </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Trademark Pages </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Spread the word!!! </span></span></div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-88138150050892400832010-12-06T21:23:00.000-08:002010-12-06T21:30:57.646-08:00A little Pieceo Christmas!<div style="text-align: center;"><b>In the midst of studying for Finals, loads of papers to write and other random school craziness, UP312 still knows how to get its fun on every now and then.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tonight the roomies and I decorated the apartment for Christmas while watching Elf. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_o9eSvmFmdGLHs7XZz2VOSNOtJQlghbobyNkcs1i4_85lAz7Ar4QU_0i0MIpa2PQanISSauhGTOnJurDwmDzsjZCdIFDfixF-mw8lruuSXQj14Qj0wr4nMpJpvGiDLb2YZ6xne1tDDAA/s1600/IMG_6613.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_o9eSvmFmdGLHs7XZz2VOSNOtJQlghbobyNkcs1i4_85lAz7Ar4QU_0i0MIpa2PQanISSauhGTOnJurDwmDzsjZCdIFDfixF-mw8lruuSXQj14Qj0wr4nMpJpvGiDLb2YZ6xne1tDDAA/s400/IMG_6613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547807346924032162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The stockings are all hung... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpe3Q5lPcgA69N54hkboTI6TNSgBMKCHpbN85-yWF_pxjVKJsOhCVW29k-2AsLABoctAA8sW_CZtUc2ROYGbTSgDwWLhR1zpavtMIY8aRuHxMx93BtMkjPD9L0xlDzjmU8Beo79qfDvI/s1600/IMG_6612.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpe3Q5lPcgA69N54hkboTI6TNSgBMKCHpbN85-yWF_pxjVKJsOhCVW29k-2AsLABoctAA8sW_CZtUc2ROYGbTSgDwWLhR1zpavtMIY8aRuHxMx93BtMkjPD9L0xlDzjmU8Beo79qfDvI/s1600/IMG_6612.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpe3Q5lPcgA69N54hkboTI6TNSgBMKCHpbN85-yWF_pxjVKJsOhCVW29k-2AsLABoctAA8sW_CZtUc2ROYGbTSgDwWLhR1zpavtMIY8aRuHxMx93BtMkjPD9L0xlDzjmU8Beo79qfDvI/s400/IMG_6612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547807265789732610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yea... Pieceo is our tree-topper. Can't top that. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGD_eViNrRg1Gw7ZIpCFe58qZvAiYY6O0Gj_vA7S7wotLecH1ZZtkZwArWXZ-gV7fBYP3DLjck_vipKDyFK_MB2crW54NGH67WW9MBozrrVusLcRtZbtuWzQXnSOhYsJuRSI1553PBA8/s1600/IMG_6601.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGD_eViNrRg1Gw7ZIpCFe58qZvAiYY6O0Gj_vA7S7wotLecH1ZZtkZwArWXZ-gV7fBYP3DLjck_vipKDyFK_MB2crW54NGH67WW9MBozrrVusLcRtZbtuWzQXnSOhYsJuRSI1553PBA8/s400/IMG_6601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547807183159165426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our precious little Ginger-Bread Village :)</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73H25ndxH4-xyc9JYnAiIn69wJipd_M3Zz36Cttiq4UW2D0yTZTeCVSclMsPgskUPcGbM9HjKc5mcK8bLhXaBJigunRdpsp6UBkXpYGzep4trRVPTOvWh8imPRg4kNoG84_CZqS2GrWs/s1600/IMG_6602.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73H25ndxH4-xyc9JYnAiIn69wJipd_M3Zz36Cttiq4UW2D0yTZTeCVSclMsPgskUPcGbM9HjKc5mcK8bLhXaBJigunRdpsp6UBkXpYGzep4trRVPTOvWh8imPRg4kNoG84_CZqS2GrWs/s400/IMG_6602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547807120721942850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Meg's lovely Santa House</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjGt9jKrln0KbXk9rUbNpzjB9FXs113ZCO891deO_kcBKAYcS11HGw1TBRGJ873-kpMZIzzMQ10rl4-IOwzTa7BIy4opz6k6MFS2VSW70irmWqQFuE-xRs1GdLX_LJZ00-kl5Ivs37WU/s1600/IMG_6603.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjGt9jKrln0KbXk9rUbNpzjB9FXs113ZCO891deO_kcBKAYcS11HGw1TBRGJ873-kpMZIzzMQ10rl4-IOwzTa7BIy4opz6k6MFS2VSW70irmWqQFuE-xRs1GdLX_LJZ00-kl5Ivs37WU/s400/IMG_6603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547807048487419986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jessica's "sweet" Bakery </div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50LiX-2QmUzx-rAIDzRDP9MV6609Qy5hDJAsA3NsNUjNJxmCCE_LA1bmaU8vPKU3XT5LD87nRLvme93ZjTE0FyLP5MrtMqwD-RfcTOe5Fi8lXGusrEoqAX3trWgN7cc6tcAbb2mymUcI/s1600/IMG_6606.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50LiX-2QmUzx-rAIDzRDP9MV6609Qy5hDJAsA3NsNUjNJxmCCE_LA1bmaU8vPKU3XT5LD87nRLvme93ZjTE0FyLP5MrtMqwD-RfcTOe5Fi8lXGusrEoqAX3trWgN7cc6tcAbb2mymUcI/s400/IMG_6606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547806977865705522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Brady's little Sweet Shop :)</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UT9A45roKLiq6bxrKEY31R3r7MTzgdOrRuLjaCaA3n4JqqaILbwjRfeHVH9_pvzmVpSBSmvLSUtpHTWm-BTXGqNi976vjtvVkbUj4mmT1prWOuBiaJrqulCMF70O-uZn4ZD97T3_quI/s1600/IMG_6607.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UT9A45roKLiq6bxrKEY31R3r7MTzgdOrRuLjaCaA3n4JqqaILbwjRfeHVH9_pvzmVpSBSmvLSUtpHTWm-BTXGqNi976vjtvVkbUj4mmT1prWOuBiaJrqulCMF70O-uZn4ZD97T3_quI/s400/IMG_6607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547806844246624082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My tiny toy shop.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fun times. </div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-82693203412375376452010-12-02T09:31:00.000-08:002010-12-02T09:39:51.357-08:00The LimpToday I am reflecting on Genesis 32:22-31... Jacob's wrestle with God. <div>Jacob walked away from the scene with a limp and a new name. </div><div><b>Those who walk deeply with God know the depth of struggle. </b></div><div>There is only so far in a relationship that you can go without a struggle (in both earthly relationships and our relationship to God). Without a struggle, relationships can only go surface deep. Wrestling with God is an intimate and close moment. In the midst of the battle, you see the depth of how God ticks. God won't let you cut and run. You have to engage and ask yourself "Do I believe?" This question is at the core of our 'wrestle' with God. </div><div>The beauty is, he will fight for my trust. </div><div>Jacob walked away from the fight with a limp and a new name. </div><div>God will take our name and contend it with who He is (Jacob became Israel meaning "He strives with God") </div><div>Jacob walk changes. He is now marked by a limp. He is marked by crisis. The limp is a reminder of our ability and God's power. </div><div>The night before Christ was crucified, he wrestled with God. </div><div>Our limp and the hands of Christ are a reminder that God is 100% able in all circumstances. </div><div><br /></div><div>Today I am reminded that I am powerless, that I walk with a limp, but I am covered by a God who will fight for my trust and my belief. </div><div>Learning not to hide "the limp". </div>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-29491332393544564772010-11-16T21:11:00.000-08:002010-11-16T21:13:54.950-08:00Day 10<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "><span class="UIStory_Message">I am thankful for all the things that are challenging me to look at my faith with Active and open eyes! It is tiring to be constantly struggling through hard questions but SO worth it because <b>God is victorious still</b>.</span></h3></span>Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091032586490113479.post-29489522472111023822010-11-15T21:09:00.000-08:002010-11-15T21:11:44.121-08:00Day 9I am thankful that the Truth of the Gospel of Jesus Christ has been revealed to me. I am thankful for my God and his unending love and kindness that have led me to repentance. I am thankful that I can live by the same power that rose Christ from the dead. I am just overwhelmed with my God today and just how wonderful He is. I love him so much.Kristina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547597245001875166noreply@blogger.com0