<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:11:11.565-05:00</updated><category term='children'/><category term='politics'/><category term='video'/><category term='graphics'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Mada'/><category term='music'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='Pondering'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Scripture'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Asking the Answer</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm on a quest. I ask a lot of questions, so don't be surprised if you encounter an uncommon amount of question marks. Exclamation points might mean I've found the answer, and "periods" could indicate that I am in the process of discovering/working out the solution to a query. 

The ultimate question of life, however, has only one Answer. If you haven't found it yet, ask!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-4201255341629394278</id><published>2009-12-30T23:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:12:08.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Return of Notmyown</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Texas and a belated merry and blessed Christmas to you all. :-) Yep, I finished finals the week before Christmas and arrived home in Texas that Friday. After a day of rest and doing very little, we got busy on Sunday making candied pecans and strawberry jam - on Monday we made 2 batches of fudge (:-D :-D), on Tuesday we made 3 batches of bread, and on Wednesday we made pumpkin cookies and chocolate chip cookies. And no, those weren't all for us...In fact most of it was for other people. ;-) Anyway, all that to say that I've been super busy even when home (I've noticed most of y'all seem to be quite busy with the rest of life right now, so I'm sure you understand :-P)  but Christmas was absolutely wonderful and relaxing . And guess what happened on Christmas? My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt; got a Facebook! Finally. :-D Haha. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so nice to be home again - I'd like to catch you all up on the previous semester (and what I'm doing at home) if time allows; since it would take a VERY long post to do so, I'll just do shorter posts and see how that updating goes (if it happens at all). ;-) I'll be home until the 11th of January, when I'll leave for Arkansas again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way: I saw this on Spencer's blog a while back and thought it was a fun idea, so I'm incorporating it. Ask me any and as many questions as you like on this post (about anything, as long as it's appropriate and won't endanger anyone's online safety) and I shall do my best to answer them in a later post especially for the purpose (I do, however, retain the right to choose to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; answer a question if necessary - but if I do, I'll probably give the reason why). Perhaps I'll make it a Christmas tradition if it's used. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing for you music lovers - if you haven't discovered Pandora.com and Grooveshark.com yet, go look them up!! I've heard that Pandora.com doesn't work in countries outside the USA yet (they're working on it), but perhaps Grooveshark does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon, hopefully - if I don't post again before the turn of the year, a very, very happy and blessed New Year to you all. Can you believe 2010 is already almost here? Time goes so quickly...I'll be twenty in less than 6 months!! I'm not sure what to make of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-4201255341629394278?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/4201255341629394278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=4201255341629394278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4201255341629394278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4201255341629394278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/12/return-of-notmyown.html' title='The Return of Notmyown'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-196428318772286190</id><published>2009-10-31T23:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:28:28.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of JBU: Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>Hello from Siloam Springs, Arkansas! Yes, I'm alive and finally am posting again (thanks to Adam for the prompt earlier - you gave me the reminder and drive to finish a post quickly!). Technically I should be doing homework right now, but you make time for what's important to you, I guess. ;-) And I've been thinking about y'all lately...Sorry for the long break between posts in the past month or so. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say JBU is wonderful would be a slight understatement. It's such an incredible community. Oh, and my roomie and I get along grandly! I should clarify something though - contrary to how she described herself, she is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a sanguine. We're actually rather similar in temperament. :-) And we both praise the Lord for putting us together as roommates! It truly is a blessing (No, it's not perfect, but two random girls being chosen as roommates who HAPPEN to get along so well?). Whether it's music tastes (well, there's not much music she DOESN'T like), decorative tastes, bedtime/rising time preferences, etc., we find that we agree on a lot of it. We're even similar in height and build (so sharing clothes is easy!). Our schedules work well together (i.e. we get up at around the same time, eat meals and get finished with school at around the same time, go to bed around the same time, etc.). Both of us are musically inclined, artsy, dreamers, deep thinkers, athletic (to some extent or another), and lovers of laughter. We've gotten to where we occasionally end up wearing similar shirts by accident, set bedtimes for each other, leave "I love my roomie!" notes, and even play pranks on each other. And whenever I get packages, I leave the "air cushion" packaging for her to pop (which she loves to do). ;-) Besides all that, our first names are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; similar. Go figure. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much enjoy my classes themselves, and overall really like my professors. I'm taking Honors Old Testament Survey, a required Gateway Seminar, Honors Orientation, Intro to Photography, Color Studies, and Visual Arts Foundation class. The Old Testament Survey is giving me a whole new perspective on the Old Testament - the professor that is teaching it is...brilliant. I love it! The art classes are going well, too - in the past 3 months I have come to discover that there is a lot of homework involved with art classes. Maybe you wouldn't think so, but there is; and it's not the normal "Read thus-and-such and be ready for a quiz." It's projects; taking a photo every day, journaling in a photography journal, project for this concept, project for that concept...I think a lot of people underestimate the college Art major. :-P Anyway, the Gateway Seminar is a class every incoming student to JBU has to take - I'm in one that's focusing on C.S. Lewis and specifically the Narnian Chronicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to visit my friends from my hometown (that now live just down the street from campus) several times already and they've become like my home-away-from-home. Speaking of home - I get to go home to Texas and see my family in less than a month (for Thanksgiving)! I talk to them almost every day on the phone and sometimes Skype them. And guess what?! I've met three people that are going to JBU that I knew from childhood. There are my friends who are twin sisters - they were in a homeschool girls' group with me when I was about 12; then they moved away and I didn't hear from them again until earlier this year when I found out that they were attending JBU! They're Juniors and actually are leading the Bible study (called "Passion group") that I'm in right now. :-) During orientation I also met someone I knew from one of the few years I attended a private elementary school (first and second grade)! It is such a small world in some ways. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am enjoying college, as those of you attending college/university can attest it's not all easy-sailing, either...There have been some major struggles. And if you think of me, I'd appreciate your prayers. The stress the past few months has been intense; not only with academic requirements, but with college life in general, wise decision-making, how to balance schoolwork and everything else in my time...And there's my walk with the Lord, too. He's been working on me lately in various ways, and (relating back to my "With a Will" post) I am learning more and more (I hope!) to choose to trust Him even when my emotions don't want to do so...And to continue seeking His face, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Note: This was written before Fall Break, which was October 17-20...} Fall Break is coming up next weekend, and it is SO needed! Counting down to the 5 day weekend. :-) Then maybe I'll actually have time to get ahead in homework, complete some more things on the "to do" list, play the piano and guitar, decorate our room some more, and that sort of thing. I could possibly be convinced to post some pictures of my dorm room if y'all are interested...Speaking of pictures; I'll probably post some soon that I've taken so far this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while on the topic of photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Feinberg, a speaker and author (who especially talks about listening to and hearing God) came to speak at JBU. At one point while she was on stage during chapel, she decided to take a picture of us students from where she was, and she posted it on her Facebook and twitter accounts...(&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/h35lv"&gt;http://twitpic.com/h35lv&lt;/a&gt;) So I'm somewhere in there! That day I was sitting closer to the back of the Cathedral. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also posted this picture. (&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/gvix5"&gt;http://twitpic.com/gvix5&lt;/a&gt;) Look up the "Cooper Memorial Chapel" on Google images for more photos. I haven't visited it (yet!) but I love this chapel, and as soon as I saw it, I thought it would be such a perfect place for a wedding. It's a perfect blend of indoor and outdoor...simple, elegant, natural, and so lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I have so much more that I would like to share with you in this post...*sigh* I shall use self-control and spread it out between several posts. I've already given you a &lt;span&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; to read, so that's probably enough for today...Thanks to those of you who do read and comment - I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all, my friends. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-196428318772286190?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/196428318772286190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=196428318772286190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/196428318772286190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/196428318772286190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/10/adventures-of-jbu-chapter-1.html' title='The Adventures of JBU: Chapter 1'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-6312319268735942326</id><published>2009-10-16T01:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T02:01:11.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mada'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>...is someone's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, blessed, and wonderful birthday and coming year to you, Adam! :-) Does it not feel a little strange to no longer have a "teen" at the end of your age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a very special day. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another post to come soon, by the way...Tomorrow, probably. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-6312319268735942326?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/6312319268735942326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=6312319268735942326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/6312319268735942326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/6312319268735942326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-843242820247074715</id><published>2009-08-19T23:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:01:03.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Just a quick note...</title><content type='html'>...to let you guys know that I'm moving on Thursday...We (most of my family and I) will drive part of the way to JBU on Thursday, and then arrive at the campus on Friday, at which time I'll get my things moved into my room and such. So this weekend I shall most likely be very busy, as you might imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When and if you think of me, would you please pray for me? (And for my family.) I would SO very much appreciate it. Thanks. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord willing, this blog should considerably increase in activity soon, once all the "hustle and bustle" of moving and such is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can finally see that You're right there beside me&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not my own&lt;/span&gt;, for I have been made new&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me go, I desperately need You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not my own&lt;/span&gt;, for I have been made new&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me go, I desperately need You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Owl City, 'Meteor Shower'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I am claiming this truth: He is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; right beside me, and 'the joy of the Lord is my strength.' For indeed He is moving, and I am so glad to see Him and His wonderfully exciting plan unfold. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-843242820247074715?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/843242820247074715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=843242820247074715' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/843242820247074715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/843242820247074715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-quick-note.html' title='Just a quick note...'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-2527386521594236342</id><published>2009-07-20T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:45:43.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Here and There</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd give y'all another quick "life-update" post. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three weeks ago I got an email from my "roommate-to-be" for the next year! She's a freshman, so she's probably a year younger than me (I being 19) - Ha, I just realized that I haven't asked her how old she is yet. :-P She's actually an MK from Nairobi! How cool is that?! She has lived there all her life so this is a pretty big transition for her, too - but 5 or 6 of her friends are also going to JBU, which is really neat for her. She's probably going into Sports Medicine with a minor in voice. She's definitely a sanguine, for those of you who are familiar with the four temperaments. :-) She hadn't heard of them, so I told her I'd explain them to her in person (my parents do entire workshops on the four temperaments, so I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pretty familiar with them - and really enjoy them). We should get along very well! We have quite a few similar interests, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our room assignments at the same time of course. We're in the all-girl dorm (which is what I asked for) - and we have a SINK in our room. LOL Yes! We don't have carpet in it, though, so we'll have to get some. My roommate actually moves in a few days before regular move-in day for International Orientation, so I might ask if I can move in at the same time - it'd be really, really nice to have that extra time to get settled in and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorm room shopping has been...interesting. That's another reason I'd like to get there early, because until you actually see the room and the amount of space and such that's there it isn't easy to decide on which things to purchase for it. Being the planner and organizer that I am, that can be a bit frustrating. :-P But I am really quite excited. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, however, I am already getting homesick - yes, before I've even left! Just thinking about leaving my family and not being around them every day hurts right now. Talking with them, reading with them, laughing with them, crying with them, writing, playing, driving, cleaning, shopping, listening, creating, growing with them...So, some may say, why on earth am I doing it? And they may not understand the answer. But it's because this is where I feel that the Lord wants me; I feel His total peace in this decision. I'm not saying that I totally understand the "why's" of it, but I don't have to know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; God does all that He does (as much as I'd like to!) - which is much easier to say than it is to actually apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, here in Texas we are building an outdoor kitchen! Yes! No more grilling steaks on the indoor stove and making a huge mess. :-P Besides which, it looks quite nice. It's not finished yet, but the decking/porch is being tiled, so they are getting pretty close to finishing it. Maybe I'll post some pictures of it when it's completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing - today through Friday Ajoyfulheart, one of my brothers, and I are going to be "guides" (basically camp counselors) for a VBS program at our church! It's just a morning program - not a "full blown" camp - but still... ;-) I'd really appreciate your prayers that we would be a blessing to the kids in the VBS program and that He would give us His wisdom. I have a group of ten 3rd and 4th graders (ages 8-10); seven boys and 3 girls. My youngest brother and sister will be in the program as well, which is really convenient because on Thursday our parents are leaving for a 4 day trip up to Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just found out a few minutes ago (via email) that I have been asked to be in charge of the music for the Saturday morning children's program at the Labor Day weekend family camp that I'll be attending with my family! I need to come up with 30 minutes of music and music-related activities for groups of kids from kindergarten age all the way up to 12 and 13 year olds. *deep breath* And I have just over a month to do this, even if you include the time spent preparing for/moving to/starting school at JBU. With God all things are possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon, Lord willing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-2527386521594236342?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/2527386521594236342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=2527386521594236342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/2527386521594236342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/2527386521594236342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-and-there.html' title='Here and There'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-9125489450298465053</id><published>2009-06-30T21:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:02:33.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pondering'/><title type='text'>With a Will</title><content type='html'>Ever felt like there's something that God is probably trying to tell you and you can't deny it because it pops up all over the place? Like He's trying to get our attention. It's as if He just keeps showing it to me in different yet undeniably similar ways until I finally realize that He really is speaking (even if indirectly). I had yet another experience like that this month. And since these types of blog posts really end up being something of a personal devotion, it seems like a good place to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through some tough things the past month or so. Don't get me wrong, God is  good. I am so blessed. But like anyone else, I have my issues - things with which I struggle. In particular, lately the Lord seems to be addressing with me the issue of my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few years I have been reading (though off and on) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Christian's Secret of A Happy Life&lt;/span&gt; by Hannah Whitall Smith. It's so rich, such a spiritual feast, that you can only read a little bit of it at a time. I picked it up again a few days ago. A much marked-on piece of notebook paper (acting as a bookmark) was placed in a chapter titled "Difficulties Concerning the Will." In that chapter the authoress talks about how when we feel lost and helpless, like we'll never be able to totally surrender this or that to Christ and His keeping and His perfect plan, therein lies the problem. What we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; we can or cannot do or aren't doing correctly or whatever the case may be doesn't matter as much as what we WILL to do. It's what we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; to do. I don't know how many times I've said to my mother, "But it doesn't FEEL like I've [insert spiritual/emotional struggle here]." Whether surrendering something to Christ or any other issue...Emotions are not always totally truthful, especially in tricky, intangible areas such as surrendering things to God. Let me show you some clips from Hannah Smith's book explaining what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And now, dear Christian, let me show you how to apply this principle to your difficulties. Cease to consider your emotions [in such spiritual uncertainties], for they are only the servants; and regard simply your will, which is the real king in your being. Is that given up to God? Is that put into His hands? Does your will decide to believe? Does your will choose to obey? If this is the case, then &lt;/span&gt;you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; are in the Lord's hands, and you decide to believe, and you choose to obey; for your will is yourself. And the thing is done.  The transaction with God is as real, when only your will acts, as where every emotion coincides..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When, then, this feeling of unreality or hypocrisy comes, do not be troubled by it....Only see to it that your will is in God's hands, that your inward self is abandoned to His working, that your choice, your decision, is on His side; and there leave it. Your surging emotions, like a tossing vessel at anchor, which by degrees yields to the steady pull of the cable, finding themselves attached to the might power of God and by the choice of your will, must inevitably come into captivity, and give in their allegiance to Him..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that is not to say that we are to ignore all emotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank God for emotions - they were created by Him and are a gift to us as beings created in His image. However, I don't always understand them and they don't always seem to know what they're doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much in the same way, Smith says we still have a will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But do not let us make a mistake here. I say we must "give up" our wills, but I do not mean we are to be left will-less. We are not so to give up our wills as to be left like limp nerveless creatures, without any will at all. We are simply to substitute for our foolish, misdirected wills of ignorance and immaturity, the higher, divine mature will of God. If we lay the emphasis on the word "our," we shall understand it better. The will we are to give up is our will, as it is misdirected, and so parted off from God's will, not our will when it is one with God's will; for when our will is in harmony with His will, when it has the stamp of oneness with Him, it would be wrong for us to give it up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after reading this,  I found the following quote on a friend's Facebook page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...the heart set to do the Father's will need never fear defeat." --Elizabeth Elliot&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anything is possible with God - never more so than when our hearts are totally given over to Him and His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, during a sermon that I listened to online (we had been traveling that particular weekend), our pastor spent some time discussing our will and God's. He said that "God's will is inevitable..." (not talking about predestination versus free will - that's a different topic for a different time). Continuing, he explained further; if we keep our focus on Christ, if we keep Him in the center of our lives, if we are surrendered to Him, then we can just watch and see God's fulfillment of prayers and pleas, dreams and hopes...In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; perfect timing, and in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; perfect way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-9125489450298465053?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/9125489450298465053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=9125489450298465053' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/9125489450298465053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/9125489450298465053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-will.html' title='With a Will'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-312748100119523769</id><published>2009-06-21T22:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:04:54.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>In the Meantime...</title><content type='html'>I've been working on a post that is quite a bit more substantial than this one - in fact I started it Thursday and have been adding to it and editing it over the weekend...Hopefully I'll complete it to my satisfaction in a few days. In the meantime, however, I thought I'd share this music video with you. It's an absolutely amazing arrangement of two very popular songs combined into a beautiful piece for piano, cello, and percussion (mainly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely getting the piano sheet music for this when he releases it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-312748100119523769?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/312748100119523769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=312748100119523769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/312748100119523769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/312748100119523769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-meantime.html' title='In the Meantime...'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-860358363961937817</id><published>2009-05-31T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:44:19.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>A bit of photo-journaling and potpourri</title><content type='html'>Hello again! I'm back! Hopefully y'all are still here, too...Get ready for a fairly "casual" "life update" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, has it really been over a MONTH since I updated this blog last? Ugh, that's awful. I apologize! Let's see...Yes. The day after my last post, I went with my dad to visit JBU for a few days. I believe I suggested that I might have some pictures of it for you, too. Well, I was kept so busy during my short visit there that I didn't really have a lot of time to take pictures - and when I did have time I was busy recovering from all the talking necessary over the course of the day. LOL I was pretty exhausted by the end of it. But it was a lot of fun, and my dad and I did get a few pictures during/after the tours and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SiHtihWizwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/I4uIMZvTbMs/s1600-h/DSC_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SiHtihWizwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/I4uIMZvTbMs/s320/DSC_1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341811810362380034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Art Building (which is of course where most of the Photography classes, computer labs, dark room, etc. are located) - Picture taken by Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SiHti_BaFmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pzsBhz_PojQ/s1600-h/DSC_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SiHti_BaFmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pzsBhz_PojQ/s320/DSC_1213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341811818326791778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Clock tower; to the left is the Walker Student Center (this photo also taken by Daddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SiHtjLNeOdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cP1mAHdBB_s/s1600-h/DSC_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SiHtjLNeOdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cP1mAHdBB_s/s320/DSC_1215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341811821598620114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The campus and surrounding town were filled with these lovely dogwood trees, which were in full bloom...That's the Admissions building in the background (This photo was taken by me ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first couple weeks of May, I had a huge annotated bibliography paper assignment due (imagine doing 7 essays ABOUT 7 literary critisizm essays), a huge final exam (the final for the other class was canceled - Praise the Lord!), my birthday and that of Ajoyfulheart, and Ajoyfulheart's graduation ceremony (at which I was the pianist). Even though there were only ten graduates, there were quite a few people that attended - the graduation ceremony was put together by the local homeschooling group, of which our family is a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, the past few weeks my family has been recovering from those incredibly hectic few weeks. And I have been working. And searching. And working. And doing some more researching. And Daddy has been helping me search. I'm getting caught up on the transcriptionist work (yay!). What does the transcriptionist work have to do with the "searching" I just mentioned, you ask? Well, I'll show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SiHwOZMdSAI/AAAAAAAAANM/idC5oWagioQ/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SiHwOZMdSAI/AAAAAAAAANM/idC5oWagioQ/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341814763110090754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought a car! Yes, I "bit the bullet" and bought a car. And I'm paying for it all - without loans. I'm determined that if one simply does not buy what one cannot afford, then one can easy avoid debt (except in extenuating circumstances). My daddy told me which particular model he preferred that I purchase (for safety reasons, mostly, especially since I'll be doing some long-distance driving), and then he helped me find one that I could afford and that I liked. (Isn't my daddy great?) It's used, but in very good condition over all and it had low mileage...And it's a pretty color, too (it rather matches the blue in my blog! LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SiHwONnH16I/AAAAAAAAANE/n_HqPoBDK1Q/s1600-h/DSC_0021+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SiHwONnH16I/AAAAAAAAANE/n_HqPoBDK1Q/s320/DSC_0021+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341814760000706466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm a happy girl. I wasn't sure about that particular model of vehicle at first, but I'm already getting sort of attached to my car. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have you SEEN the insurance for drivers under the age of 25? Ugh, it's ridiculous. *sigh* Oh well, enough of that. I am blessed. VERY blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that many of you are probably finding yourselves with a lot of work to do - whether school or job related - so I thought I'd share this with you. I found it on my mom's computer in an Outlook "note" while we were working on something completely unrelated. It encouraged me, so I thought it might encourage you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thank God every  day when you get up that you have something to do which must be done whether you  like it or not. Being forced to work and forced to do your best will breed in  you temperance and self-control, diligence and strength of will, cheerfulness  and content, and a hundred virtues which the idle will never know." ~Basil  Carpenter&lt;/blockquote&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-860358363961937817?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/860358363961937817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=860358363961937817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/860358363961937817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/860358363961937817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/05/bit-of-photo-journaling-and-potpourri.html' title='A bit of photo-journaling and potpourri'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SiHtihWizwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/I4uIMZvTbMs/s72-c/DSC_1212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-5056127112375819076</id><published>2009-04-19T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:36:25.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>THE ginormous-est political post...so far. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot help small men by tearing down big men. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot lift the wage-earner by pulling down the wage-payer. You cannot help the poor man by destroying the rich. You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot establish security on borrowed money. You cannot build character and courage by taking away men's initiative and independence. You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Rev. William J.H. Boetcker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You don't make the poor richer by making the rich poorer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Sir Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economy is not a toy with which to play around; when you interfere with the "free market" by pumping in trillions of dollars that have no backing to them, the "toy" is going to break - backfire. When you tax the American people beyond reason and without representation, they will stand up to oppression. This was demonstrated in 1773 at the Boston Harbor, when a large crowd of colonists dressed up as Native Americans sneaked through the town and gave the "Boston Tea Party" in protest. On April 15, 2009, hundreds of thousands (or perhaps even millions) of Americans all over the country gathered together once again to protest the same things as those at the Boston Tea Party on that cold December night; nominally, exorbitant taxation, and without representation. (TEA: Taxed Enough Already) But in reality more than this - they protested general governmental oppression that has been attempted more and more (recently including ridiculous spending by Congress and the presidents - of both parties).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vox Populi. Voice of the People. The American people are determined to be heard and heeded by the government, and the government had better listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family attended one of the local Tea Parties on Wednesday. It was the first major political activity in which we have participated (other than elections and such); the protest was peaceful, bipartisan, fun, and it was encouraging to know how many people are so emphatic about these issues that they are actually willing to spend time at a protest! The particular rally that we went to anticipated approximately 500 attendants or so and ended up having over 5,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the "TEA Party" (You can click on the pics to enlarge them):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevhR7UF-rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/uLctDRuEMZs/s1600-h/DSC_1119+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevhR7UF-rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/uLctDRuEMZs/s320/DSC_1119+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326598682391739058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevhRfQtZTI/AAAAAAAAALs/jB3-FM9WP4s/s1600-h/DSC_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevhRfQtZTI/AAAAAAAAALs/jB3-FM9WP4s/s320/DSC_1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326598674861352242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevhRfV0oUI/AAAAAAAAALk/bd3A4E7vYbQ/s1600-h/DSC_1111+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevhRfV0oUI/AAAAAAAAALk/bd3A4E7vYbQ/s320/DSC_1111+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326598674882797890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevhSOvdt2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/2CyQaHjVspE/s1600-h/DSC_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevhSOvdt2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/2CyQaHjVspE/s320/DSC_1120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326598687606814562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^That one and the flags in the previous picture were some of my favorite banners from the TEA party. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevhRIiE7mI/AAAAAAAAALc/e5rwTE-LGgs/s1600-h/DSC_1109+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevhRIiE7mI/AAAAAAAAALc/e5rwTE-LGgs/s320/DSC_1109+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326598668760182370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevkYSQFv0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/_aKRSzz_aIw/s1600-h/DSC_1169+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevkYSQFv0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/_aKRSzz_aIw/s320/DSC_1169+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326602090163060546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevkXrlY2GI/AAAAAAAAAME/LkY3Id2Wpks/s1600-h/DSC_1124+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevkXrlY2GI/AAAAAAAAAME/LkY3Id2Wpks/s320/DSC_1124+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326602079783409762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevkYJ-es4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/apy_UU6pb0k/s1600-h/DSC_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevkYJ-es4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/apy_UU6pb0k/s320/DSC_1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326602087941714818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevkXxITJ5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/RG7S9_PMT9c/s1600-h/DSC_1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevkXxITJ5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/RG7S9_PMT9c/s320/DSC_1163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326602081272014738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1152936740679&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to a video from FOX News covering some of the Tea Parties - FOX News was pretty much the only Media organization to cover them from an even slightly balanced viewpoint. The liberal news companies made fun of these grassroots protests. (I tried embedding it to the post, but it was wanting to install a non-existent plug-in...Any ideas? Mada? It's a Facebook video.) Also, below is a "trailer" for the San Antonio Tea Party - that's not the one we attended, but the trailer almost gives you chills and gets the message across. (BTW, for a background on the "Don't Tread On Me" flag, see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gadsden_flag"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; link - the concept was introduced by Benjamin Franklin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXGrQ9uiLSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXGrQ9uiLSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, I would like to give you a warning issued by the Department of Homeland Security. Based on what I know of all my readers, I would caution you that you are most likely officially an "RWE" - a Right Wing Extremist, and therefore labeled as a possible threat to the United States Homeland Security. Don't believe me? Well read &lt;a href="http://wnd.com/images/dhs-rightwing-extremism.pdf"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article. I'll give you some examples from it. If you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Believe in any restrictions on abortion (including just limitations on taxes funding international abortions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Attended a TEA Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Believe in states rights over federal power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are not happy about the economic state of affairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are displeased with the government's handling of illegal immigration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Support the second amendment of the Constitution (i.e. believe in gun rights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are a war veteran returning from Iraq or Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....You are considered a very possible threat by the Department of Homeland Security. Wow...Just because we care about the future of America? And the war veterans? Are you serious?! As you might imagine, the military is just a little upset with that report, and demanding the author's resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, folks. I apologize if this post was entirely uninteresting to my international readers... Let me know if it was, and I'll try to do better next time I do a political post (which won't be too often). Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading and for your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, tomorrow afternoon I am leaving for a couple days to go visit JBU with my dad - I'll be taking the camera along, and maybe I'll post some pictures of the campus later next week if you are interested. :) If you would, please keep me in your prayers - specifically prayers for travel safety and time management (several major assignment due dates coming up) at the moment...Thanks again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-5056127112375819076?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/5056127112375819076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=5056127112375819076' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/5056127112375819076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/5056127112375819076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/04/ginormous-est-political-postso-far-p.html' title='THE ginormous-est political post...so far. :P'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SevhR7UF-rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/uLctDRuEMZs/s72-c/DSC_1119+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-3034682036633521966</id><published>2009-03-28T23:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:18:36.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>A Giant Step</title><content type='html'>Here goes. College. How many decisions can revolve around ONE thing (and such intimidating choices sometimes)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over spring break some major and slightly unexpected college decisions came up. As I think I've mentioned before, I am currently taking about 6 hours in English classes from a "local" university...After a break from school in 2008, my parents thought it'd be wise for me to "ease" back into college. I've been working fairly steadily for two doctors on medical transcription, so that has more than filled in the extra time. My parents and I have had various conversations over the past few months regarding school, and what I felt like I should do with it...But until a couple of weeks ago I really didn't know. I would pray about it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beg&lt;/span&gt; God to show me what to do, but it didn't seem like He was answering. So I just gave up on trying to "make" it work on my own, and waited for His answer, taking it one step at a time (albeit somewhat impatiently at times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So: Spring Break 2009. The deadline for application to a certain university my dad had mentioned was coming up; as I was not very eager to consider that particular college, he suggested that I do some research on other schools, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if &lt;/span&gt;I was interested in transferring from the one I'm currently attending. Now, up to that point, I had not put a lot of effort into that area - I was not particularly excited about any of the universities I had heard about recently and didn't feel any strong leading from God in that direction, so I didn't want to "waste my time," so to speak. You know what I mean? So I had to wait until God moved me (though I kept busy with what He did give me to do). It was NOT easy, let me tell you! To have to trust patiently that He would move me when He was ready, and until then do something that I didn't particularly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to do (attend the local university again). Anyway, for some reason a particular acquaintance popped into my head one day and I looked up the college that they attended.  I liked many aspects of it, but upon further research my dad pointed out some things that changed my mind about it. However, that sparked my dad and I to get back into searching for schools. Almost immediately he showed me one at which a family friend is now teaching - he and his family (their daughter being a friend of mine) moved there earlier this year. The more I read about it, the more I liked it. We contacted the friend (a pastor) that is teaching there, and he had a lot of positive things to say about it too...So I unexpectedly spent a good part of my spring break filling out college applications. And last week I got a call from the admissions counselor for transfer students there (I'll be transferring with approximately 45 credits or so) - I've been accepted! Not only that, but with a grade-based scholarship. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now comes the even more unexpected part. This university (John Brown University) is in Arkansas. "So?" you say? Well, it's just not what I had anticipated when considering my college plans. If you had told me a few years ago that I would be moving to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arkansas&lt;/span&gt; to attend college, I probably wouldn't have believed you - I thought I'd be doing college online or at least living at home and commuting. Part of the struggle has been working through that switch - I'm a planner, and like to know what's going to happen and when it's going to happen, and I don't usually like sudden changes in plans (unless it's obviously for the better). It was actually my parents who first suggested the idea that perhaps the Lord was telling them that they needed to let me go "away" for school; I don't think I would have even considered it if they hadn't brought it up. It's not going to be easy - not only leaving my family, but moving away from the town in which I have spent my entire life thus far (almost 19 years now). There have been tears shed about it, I assure you...But we all feel that the Lord is directing me to follow this path and we have a peace about it, despite the pain of separation to come. And I need to get off this subject now, before I starting crying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing is that I'll probably only have to be there about 2 years, maybe 3, depending on how many of my credit hours transfer. And please don't misunderstand me; though there is pain involved, I am also so very excited for what God is doing. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; happy about this school and being able to attend it. From all the research I've done thus far, it's an absolutely awesome school with a wonderful Christian environment. I praise the Lord! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all that, if you would, please pray for me. There are still more decisions to be made on this topic (my major, for example), and it can be a little overwhelming to say the least. Many thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Have any of you done any Scottish Country Dancing before? If not, you really should look into it. Some friends of ours introduced us to it a few weeks ago, and we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it - we went to one of their socials recently (put on by the local Royal Scottish Country Dancing groups) and are eagerly excited for more of them (and the ball in late summer).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-3034682036633521966?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/3034682036633521966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=3034682036633521966' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/3034682036633521966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/3034682036633521966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/03/giant-step.html' title='A Giant Step'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-8271531582363561910</id><published>2009-03-11T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:46:28.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>It wasn't easy to decide which photographs to post first (I have so many, and am constantly taking more)....So, in keeping with my earlier photography entry, most of the pictures in this post are from a few of the photo-shoots that I took at the pond near our house last year (the little girl is my youngest sister, and the boy 'fishing' in the fourth photo is my now nine year old brother); however, the second picture is actually the gate that leads from our backyard to the woods behind. I'm so glad I photographed that lovely, old, weather-beaten fence before it was replaced. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SbXXRwX--8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/zzMoqYgje-M/s1600-h/IMG_2683+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SbXXRwX--8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/zzMoqYgje-M/s400/IMG_2683+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311388035596614594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SbXT8XJcFXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ub6mP8sSiSc/s1600-h/DSC_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SbXT8XJcFXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ub6mP8sSiSc/s400/DSC_0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384369512584562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SbXU2EW4ITI/AAAAAAAAAK4/g3Ucs4LKOU4/s1600-h/DSC_0465+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SbXU2EW4ITI/AAAAAAAAAK4/g3Ucs4LKOU4/s400/DSC_0465+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311385360901087538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SbXWbi0nsbI/AAAAAAAAALI/sRC2itFV38c/s1600-h/CIMG0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SbXWbi0nsbI/AAAAAAAAALI/sRC2itFV38c/s400/CIMG0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311387104245690802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SbXVtHC6cvI/AAAAAAAAALA/4o_D8t7GnrM/s1600-h/IMG_2689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SbXVtHC6cvI/AAAAAAAAALA/4o_D8t7GnrM/s400/IMG_2689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311386306515464946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-8271531582363561910?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/8271531582363561910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=8271531582363561910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/8271531582363561910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/8271531582363561910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/03/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SbXXRwX--8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/zzMoqYgje-M/s72-c/IMG_2683+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-4966861576332404404</id><published>2009-02-24T21:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:02:20.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Decide, 2009</title><content type='html'>Ok - after such a long break, I know you all deserve more than this, but frankly I've been trying to decide on what sorts of post you all prefer; sometimes I have a really strong urge to write, for example, something particularly contemplative, and sometimes I could go several completely different ways with the next post. So, in those times when I'm trying to decide which way to go, what category would you like to see more on this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do a "normal" poll simply because I'd like to know who prefers what, and why. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Humor (funny stories from the 'net, comic strips, etc., or amusing "everyday happenings" - Or whatever else may strike me as humorous...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Politics/News/My opinion on world happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rants (see my post on abortion) - this one's a little hard to govern, because it just "happens"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Reflective/contemplative/sharing of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "My Life" updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Other (please specify if you have other ideas you'd like to see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You really don't care or you like the current ratio of categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: LOL! Elise, really and truly, I did not read your poll until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; I had written this post out! What a coincidence, though...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-4966861576332404404?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/4966861576332404404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=4966861576332404404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4966861576332404404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4966861576332404404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-decide-2009.html' title='You Decide, 2009'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-7008802992251739278</id><published>2009-01-31T21:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:06:43.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2009, I welcome thee with open arms!</title><content type='html'>So this blog finally starts a new year! I apologize for the delay in posting over the last month - I was determined that this should be the first post of 2009 (my sentimentality is showing :P). I could make the excuse that I was curing that 50% blogging addiction that a quiz linked to on Mada's blog claimed I had, but that wouldn't be really true. However...Starting college again a couple weeks ago (and having three papers due within the first 3 weeks of class!), being in a musical in which I have a lead role, and catching up on some work (from my transciptionist job especially),I have been extremely busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is basically what I wrote out to post at the beginning of the year, though my perfectionism and busy schedule prevented me from posting it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year has been one of growing, of trusting, and of faith, for me.  I shan't ramble on and on tonight, so I'll pretty much leave it at this. My faith has grown by leaps and bounds, as has my peace and joy in Him. It's not been easy - in fact that could be said of the past few years for my family. Still, Romans 8:28 comes to mind, and I can believe it with all my heart. I pray that you can, as well - there's such a peace and freedom in knowing that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; works out for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; of those who love Him. And I am so grateful for my family and friends whom the Lord has provided to encourage me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2008 was a year of changes and challenges. But 2009...Ah, something completely new! I'm not sure exactly why, but I have such an excitement, joy, and absolutely ecstatic delight about this new year! God must have major plans for me in it; I don't think I've felt such excitement about the New Year before! It feels like a fresh start. God is good; He is faithful - I am in awe of how He shows me this new each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new with Notmyown? Well, other than the already mentioned things - college, my job (which is not really new), and the musical - let's see....Oh! I am so very happy! Lord willing, I'll be taking a ballroom dancing class starting mid-February! It's really a God-thing (and rather a long story :P)...I got to dance at a wedding reception recently and absolutely fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the main things occupying my time are my job and college...I've missed you all the past month or so - but college professors wouldn't really accept blogging as a legitimate substitute for an assigned paper, unfortunately. ;) I would appreciate your prayers, actually; not only that I would keep up with my job and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; college English classes, but that He would give me wisdom regarding college. My dad and I have discussed my transferring to a different university that is a distance from home - about half a day's drive, but still in Texas...that's a huge decision that needs lots of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in case you're interested, I updated my profile - I finally got around to listing some of my favorite movies, books, music, etc. (though those lists are certainly only partial). ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway; Lord willing I will be posting every week or two now...Thanks for your patience during my blogging break. :) God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-7008802992251739278?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/7008802992251739278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=7008802992251739278' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/7008802992251739278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/7008802992251739278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-i-welcome-thee-with-open-arms.html' title='2009, I welcome thee with open arms!'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-4374096028475138677</id><published>2008-12-25T23:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:43:11.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>...Oh, and since 'The Editrix' tagged me this time... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?&lt;/strong&gt; Goodness, I'd be happy for the gift, regardless of how it was wrapped! Oh, fine - I have to say that I do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; prefer wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Real or fake tree?&lt;/strong&gt; Well, we have usually used a fake tree in the past - we only used a real Christmas tree once, I think, and it was when I was quite young. But I'm willing to try a real tree again anytime! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. When do you put up a tree?&lt;/strong&gt; Usually either Thanksgiving day, or that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. When do you take it down?&lt;/strong&gt; Usually sometime in January, though there have probably been a few years where it managed to stay up 'til February. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm, I don't think so, but it's been a long time since I tasted it - then again, as it's raw egg, it doesn't sound very appetizing to me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; I really do not know. Does salvation count (the gift of Jesus)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably my dad - he seems to always buy what he needs before giving others a chance to buy it for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/strong&gt; My siblings, in general. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/strong&gt; 3 or 4, actually. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards?&lt;/strong&gt; Mail, definitely. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; letters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?&lt;/strong&gt; Umm....N/A? There was one year when I got a pair of tennis shoes that I picked out myself, but still; I didn't have to buy them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie?&lt;/strong&gt; Well the first Christmas movie we usually watch every year is 'The Santa Clause,' and I also enjoy 'It's a Wonderful Life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt; When my schedule allows - sometimes in October or November, and sometimes (like this year) not until a couple weeks before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, I'm sure I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Favourite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas FUDGE! :D And a lot of other things. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Lights on the tree?&lt;/strong&gt; Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Favourite Christmas song?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't like picking favorites, "doggonit"! Let's see...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Come, O Come, Emmanuel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Drummer Boy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carol of the Bells...&lt;/span&gt;Shall I go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?&lt;/strong&gt; We've celebrated Christmas at home every year thus far, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's?&lt;/strong&gt; Let's see if I can: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen...and Rudolph? :P I just sang the song in my head to remember them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star?&lt;/strong&gt; We don't always have a tree topper, actually - but when we do, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Open presents on Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas morning - stockings first (our parents hide them and we run all over the house to find them), then breakfast, and after that we open presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year?&lt;/strong&gt; How stressful it has become for the majority of society (and the feeling of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obligation&lt;/span&gt; some people have about giving; giving is supposed to be such a joyful thing!) - and how commercialized it is, but that's pretty much inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Favourite Ornament theme or color?&lt;/strong&gt; Couldn't decide that! Depends on the ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Favourite for Christmas dinner?&lt;/strong&gt; Our honey-roasted ham, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, and whatever else is made for the meal! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Favourite Decorations?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm...Again, I don't have a "favorite" decoration, but I love the lighted garlands and the bows on the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;/strong&gt; Make that past tense, since Christmas is almost over for this year! :P There was actually almost nothing in particular that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wanted. I was pleasantly surprised (and it's not easy to surprise me - somehow I almost always manage to find things out!). I got a nice little digital camera of my own that I can take with me wherever I go, several CDs, a book (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Copperfield&lt;/span&gt;), and a small notebook from my four year old sister. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there's something that happened last week that I just have to tell. I had just finished a piano lesson with one of my students (an 11 year old boy of the rather serious, in-charge, and sharp sort), and leaning on the back of their baby grand piano as I wrote in his assignment book I asked him, "So Joe, if you could have any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; thing for Christmas, what would it be?" His answer made me look up from my writing. He said, "Well, there's nothing really that I need. But if I could have one thing, it'd probably be a thousand dollars to spend any way I want for the Sudanese victims." Wow. Talk about humbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister has also insisted this year that we must have a birthday cake for Jesus - such a cute thought from a four year old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to give each and every one of you gifts - but this Christmas a hug will have to suffice. So, if you read this, consider yourself *hugged*. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a very, very Merry Christmas - a blessed and joyful one full of His love. I'm so thankful for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-4374096028475138677?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/4374096028475138677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=4374096028475138677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4374096028475138677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4374096028475138677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-4475539707133734306</id><published>2008-12-16T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:10:29.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Undying Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"It is a marvel to me why God allows characters like mine to defile His Church. I can only account for it with the thought that if I ever am perfected, I shall be a great honor to His name...The time may come when those who know me now, crude, childish, incomplete, will look upon me with amazement, saying, "What hath God wrought!" If I knew such a time would never come, I should want to flee into the holes and caves of the earth." -Stepping Heavenward, by Mrs. E. Prentiss&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like that? Please tell me I'm not the only one. I have felt that way so many times over the past few months - I despaired of ever being who I know I should be (and can be, with the Lord's help), but the Holy Spirit reminds me of how far God has brought me already. I wanted to just give up, but the Holy Spirit always encourages me. I was lonely, but the Holy Spirit always comforts me and has shown me once again how blessed I am to have my family. I was tempted to "beat myself over the head" for one thing or another that might have caused others pain, but the Holy Spirit offers forgiveness and peace. As I sit here pondering, tears flood my eyes; probably in part just because I'm an emotional teenager, but looking back over the past few months...God has been testing me. I'm afraid I have not successfully passed His tests - I suppose only He can answer that, however. Honestly I don't know that I can tell you what the purpose of the tests are - the extremely painful and confusing trials - but I can go on, because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that I know that I know they are for my good. Somewhere along the road, someday soon, I will stand on a hill and look down over the path He chose for me and say with a smile and joyful tears, "I see!" Someday soon, I will be shown the whole front of the tapestry He is weaving, and will stand in awe of its beauty and perfection, in a way I can't fathom right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's worth it - trusting Him. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a journey. I have had to put things into His hands about which I care &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; much: relationships, school, my future, even the words I speak and the thoughts I entertain...And I have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; giving them to Him. It's as if, just when I think I have released something, I realize that I'm really still holding on to it, insisting that I have control over this aspect or that. When will I realize that He loves me more than I love myself or anyone else? That He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; what will bring me joy and satisfaction; He knows&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt; better than I know myself. He knows where I am best suited for Him, and He knows how to get me there. His ways are so much higher, His thoughts not our thoughts. A way may seem right to me, and maybe it is - or maybe He has a better path; who am I to judge it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Certain thoughts are prayers.  There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.  ~Victor Hugo&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul has been on its knees much as of late; both in pain and gratitude. He gives me so many blessings I do not deserve. When trials come, shall we focus our thoughts on the light that we know is with us? For it is only through the night that one can reach the morning, and it may be that our time in "the dark room of faith" will prove to be the moment before the light begins shining most brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The night is far spent, the day is at hand..." Romans 13:12a&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-4475539707133734306?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/4475539707133734306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=4475539707133734306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4475539707133734306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4475539707133734306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/12/undying-love.html' title='Undying Love'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-2054825295589505552</id><published>2008-11-28T22:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:45:15.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly Tagged</title><content type='html'>Spencer tagged me to post "15 random facts that I'm not afraid to admit about myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and happy belated Thanksgiving, by the way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is the first time I've been tagged in the blogging world (and I've been in it for almost 3 years thus far!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You know the first letter in the famous "Disney" signature? Well I didn't realize that that was actually a "D" until...Well until earlier this year, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As far as credits go, I'm almost a second-semester college sophomore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I looove applesauce, but my favorite fruit is kiwi fruit (in America we just call them kiwis, but I've got NZers that read my blog, so....I thought a clarification was necessary ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One of my brothers has told me several times that (for some strange reason) if I were a cat, I would look like my own cat, Faith...Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to be extremely ticklish, but now there are only a few people who can tickle me 'til I laugh hysterically (my dad especially).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I really do not like it when people start to tell or ask something, and then say "Nevermind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm left-handed, in case you didn't already know by reading that piece I wrote for Mada's blog last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My family is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; health conscious. That means, among other things, that as a general rule we don't use a microwave, we don't eat things that have HFCS or MSG or partially hydrogenated oils in them, and even most of our household cleaners are natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I shocked my cousin earlier this week by telling her that we had actually "slept in" that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. One of my brothers (the one that is younger than me by 5 years) is now taller than me and has feet that must be almost twice as large as mine (ok, that might be a slight exaggeration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love the outdoors, and I like to walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I've heard some people say that they thought the first Narnia (directed by Andrew Adamson) was boring - well I happen to LOVE that movie. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. It's not unusual for me to get extremely chilly at night, so I sleep with quite a few blankets over my sheets - I think there are four layers of blankets and comforters on my bed right now (but remember that it's winter here at the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. We watched Walle recently - another film to add to Pixar's list of total successes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tagging other people....Hmm. I suppose I'll tag Guitargirl and The Editrix - there aren't many readers of this blog to tag, and some have already been tagged by Spencer. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize in advance if my next post is not on schedule - I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much work to do at the moment...I'm hoping that (Lord willing) I can get caught up this weekend, but I thought I should warn you just in case. Maybe some more photography will be in the next post? We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for you - may He bless and keep you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-2054825295589505552?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/2054825295589505552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=2054825295589505552' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/2054825295589505552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/2054825295589505552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-for-randomness.html' title='Randomly Tagged'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-2858605334668745772</id><published>2008-11-06T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:34:51.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo!</title><content type='html'>I'm back - not that you probably noticed that I was gone, but I was. I apologize for not giving you all some sort of indication of how long I would be away from the blogging world; frankly, I had rather intended, because of certain circumstances, to take a 2 month blog hiatus. Circumstances changed, however, and I've decided to continue; yes, yes, I know how extremely grateful you are. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to spend too much time on this, as probably virtually every US blog in existence has already covered it; but I do have to say a few things about the election. I am not ashamed to say that I voted for McCain and Palin - not because I support them in and of themselves, but because the alternative was so utterly awful. Is it possible that America just voted a Socialist into office?! God help us. I heard something that almost frightened me a little this morning - today Obama is going to get his first US Intelligence briefing. That man is going to know the country's top secrets; I guess I knew that before, but it just jumped out at me. I told my mom that, and she said that we needed to pray for him. My first reaction was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pray for him?! For what?&lt;/span&gt; Horrible, I know - forgive me. I think that was the first time ever that I simply didn't want to pray for someone. I didn't want to pray for Obama. A man who wants my dad (who is in a bracket well above Obama's definition of "middle class" in the economy) to give &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; of his well-earned money (nearly half of which already goes to the government) to Obama to distribute as he chooses...The man who wants to legalize abortion completely, who wants to treat with terrorists, who wants our brave American troops to surrender when on the verge of complete victory. The man who's pastor of 20 years said unrepeatable things in church, and allowed that man to baptize his children. The man who's wife said that she was proud of her country for the first time while on the campaign trail. I could go on and on. No, I did not want to pray for that man. Almost immediately after, however, I knew my mother was right. Like it or not, he will probably be the President for the next four years - and, as President of the United States, he will be the leader of the free world. I'm not trying to sound America-centric, because I'm not; I know the reputation America has in other places, and I know America has its major faults. But America is arguably the most powerful country on earth. We should be praying for Obama - that he would make wise decisions (as impossible as that seems - with God all things are possible). Hard, I know; but I think it's very important for us Christians to realize that by God's hand kings and rulers rise and fall - I'm not happy about the election results at all (upset, frustrated, disappointed, and disgusted - but not worried), but I do need to keep in mind that God works all things for His plan, and for the good of those who love Him. And I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to read this in my Bible reading today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, inte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rcession and thanksgiving be made for everyone - for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. This is good, and pleases God our Savior, who wants all men to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth." &lt;/span&gt;- 1 Timothy 2:1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, perhaps I should do as a friend of mine did and join a 'group' on Facebook that said, "If Obama becomes president, we're moving to New Zealand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a political cartoon that I found quite humorous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SRPDUXBwvWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-7vneZu3Ceg/s1600-h/Cartoon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SRPDUXBwvWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-7vneZu3Ceg/s400/Cartoon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265767143872445794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some quizzes that I took recently "just for fun"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;The Midland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 88%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent."  You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas.  You have a good voice for TV and radio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;The Inland North&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 86%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;The Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 64%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 58%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;The South&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 55%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;The West&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 54%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 42%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;North Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 35%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_american_accent_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  style="width: 680px; height: 359px;color:black;" bg="" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg=""  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=9827"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 53, 98);"&gt;Which American accent do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 53, 98);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Neutral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You're not Northern, Southern, or Western, you`re just plain -American-.  Your national identity is more important than your local identity, because you don`t really have a local identity.  You might be from the region in that map, which is defined by this kind of accent, but you could easily not be.  Or maybe you just moved around a lot growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=9827"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/full_428371978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=9827"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;knew&lt;/u&gt;  that I had a plain ol' American accent - despite living in Texas for my entire life thus far. ;) Now I have to show these quizzes to my Michigander cousin to prove it to her.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Commonly Confused Words Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;i&gt;English Genius&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 93% Advanced,  and 93% Expert!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You did so extremely well, even &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-commonly-confused-words-test"&gt;Take The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(19, 19, 19);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(172, 0, 12);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color: rgb(172, 0, 12);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;I should have gotten 100% percent on that one - being such a grammar freak. &lt;/span&gt;:-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-2858605334668745772?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/2858605334668745772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=2858605334668745772' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/2858605334668745772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/2858605334668745772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/11/echo.html' title='Echo!'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SRPDUXBwvWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-7vneZu3Ceg/s72-c/Cartoon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-4242212414107392528</id><published>2008-10-13T23:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:24:40.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Everyday Humor</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you all will find any of these at all humorous, but they highly amused us. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajoyfulheart: *walks in room* *panicked gasp* "[Notmyown]! There's a huge spider on my bed!"&lt;br /&gt;Notmyown: "That is not a huge spider."&lt;br /&gt;Ajoyfulheart: "Yes it is!! Can you come kill it for me? Hurry, before it goes under my covers!"&lt;br /&gt;Notmyown: "Kara, what are you going to do when your husband is gone to work, you're at home with little kids, and there's a spider?"&lt;br /&gt;Ajoyfulheart: *pause* "....Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening, when we had another family over for dinner, my brothers and the visiting boys were playing around upstairs (mostly with guns and lightsabers - i.e. Davy Crockett meets Mace Windu). At one point, all of the boys suddenly came running full-kilter into the family room yelling in terror, diving behind and jumping over furniture, and just generally scrambling for cover from something.  The rest of us looked in the direction from which they had come, to ascertain what had caused the boys' distress - a moment later, my little four year old sister came walking in, holding a lightsaber in each hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notmyown: "I have a question--"&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: "I have an answer! I hope they match!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*During an IM conversation in which I was explaining to my cousin how to go about doing a particular something or other on the computer that she couldn't figure out*&lt;br /&gt;Traci:"welllll....i don't know THAT much about computers i just know that when you press certain buttons certain things happen i have no idea WHY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family was sitting around the dinner table discussing state senators and representatives, one of whom my dad had been to see a while before. All of a sudden, my four year old sister said matter-of-factly, "That's because ears belong on your head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my current jobs includes being a transcriptionist for a couple of doctors. The following was on the tape, and made me burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "...with phenol and alcohol."&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;Other voice, high and digital-sounding: "Be KIND to them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That doctor has a young son, so very likely it was a children's video playing, or something of that sort.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one my cousin Traci told us. She and a group of friends went to the theaters to watch Spiderman 3. At one point in the film, Peter Parker actually knocks MJ to the ground - when they came to that scene, a little boy in the movie theater shouted indignantly, "He hit a girl! That's illegal!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: "We should stuff all of our nuclear waste into socks--that way, half of it would disappear immediately!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family was having a serious discussion at the dinner table one night, and had been doing so for quite a while. Finally a pause came in the conversation, and my four year old sister sighed and said dreamily, "I wish I could stand on my head..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scene: Ajoyfulheart, sitting on her bed and reading a book. Notmyown, sitting at my desk working on my computer.)&lt;br /&gt;Ajoyfulheart: "I wonder if I were to fall off a high building, would it hurt more to be curled up in a ball, or stretched out flat?"&lt;br /&gt;Notmyown: *turns in swival chair and just looks at Ajoyfulheart for a long moment*&lt;br /&gt;Ajoyfulheart: "What?! I was just wondering, in case I ever fall, so I could know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 8 year old brother: *Walks up to Mommy* Mommy, what do you think it would feel like to be a crab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 8 year old brother and 4 year old sister, who had just been outside romping around for a while, came tramping in, and Baby Girl immediately sat down to remove her shoes. Her brother, on the other hand, continued to march away, ordering in a military fashion, "Come on, soldier!" His brave soldier's response? "MY SHOES ARE DIRTY!" and she burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone had brought their 10 year old grandson to my mom's workshop that she was teaching the other day. My brothers being gone to a Bible study, Baby Girl attached herself to him and offered to play with him. Ajoyfulheart and I were in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes and tidying, when Ajoyfulheart turned to me and said, "Did they goes upstairs?" I replied that I didn't know, and she assured me that she heard them running up the stairs. Preferring to keep them downstairs, where they could be watched, I went in search of them, and found Baby Girl wandering around in a sitting room just outside of my brothers' room (where, unbeknownst to me at the time, the boy was hiding). She immediately informed me that they were playing hide and seek, and that she was looked for "the boy," as she called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby Girl, I need to you come back downstairs. Let's find Dallas [the boy] and you two come downstairs to play, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded, looking at me very earnestly, "Ok - I need to find the boy before he steals something!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, telling her that Dallas was not going to steal anything! and called for him. He came running out of the boys' room - the door to which was about 3 meters from where Becca had been standing...LOL Little kids have almost NO discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon when Ajoyfulheart and I were folding laundry, I had tried several times to start a conversation with her about this or that, but to no avail - she would give a brief answer and then go back into her own world. After one such attempt, she exclaimed, "I'm thinking!!" and then again fell silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later, I said something else to her, and she cried, exasperated, "[Notmyown], you just wrecked my train of thought and now it's ruined!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began laughing, and she said in a sulking manner, "I know what you're thinking, and it's not funny," whereupon she also burst out laughing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer we were spending time with some new friends from Australia, and somehow got on the topic of restaurants. We asked them if they had ever eaten at "Outback" (a very well-known steakhouse chain here in the States).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dad's reply was, "Oh, no you don't want to eat anything from the outback - the food is...eh...kinda iffy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a good laugh, then explained that we were indeed talking about an actual restaurant, not the Australian wilderness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-4242212414107392528?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/4242212414107392528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=4242212414107392528' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4242212414107392528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4242212414107392528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyday-humor.html' title='Everyday Humor'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-42775355091580986</id><published>2008-09-20T17:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:47:52.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy in every little thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SNVzCQRP-zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xxBY4oX_By0/s1600-h/DSC_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SNVzCQRP-zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xxBY4oX_By0/s400/DSC_0791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248227423334431538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Like new, cute little flats that absolutely delight me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And I'm not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; frequent shoe shopper...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SNVzCbAIUdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NdSpZHeMMSc/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SNVzCbAIUdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NdSpZHeMMSc/s400/collage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248227426215416274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-42775355091580986?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/42775355091580986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=42775355091580986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/42775355091580986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/42775355091580986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/09/joy-in-every-little-thing.html' title='Joy in every little thing...'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SNVzCQRP-zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xxBY4oX_By0/s72-c/DSC_0791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-5189271852265196081</id><published>2008-09-10T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:51:32.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriot Day, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A Proclamation by the President of the United States of America&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;September 11, 2001, was etched into America's memory when 19 terrorists attacked us with barbarity unequaled in our history.  On Patriot Day, we cherish the memory of the thousands of innocent victims lost, extend our thoughts and prayers to their families, and honor the heroic men and women who risked and sacrificed their lives so others might survive.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Since 9/11, we have recognized the threat posed by terrorists to the safety of the American people and worked to protect our homeland by fighting terrorists abroad.  We are confronting terrorism by advancing freedom, liberty, and prosperity as an alternative to the ideologies of hatred and repression.  Our Nation pays tribute to our courageous men and women in uniform serving around the world and the devoted members of our law enforcement, public safety, and intelligence communities at home who work night and day to protect us from harm and preserve the freedom of this great Nation.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Seven years ago, ordinary citizens rose to the challenge, united in prayer, and responded with extraordinary acts of courage, with some giving their lives for the country they loved.  On Patriot Day, we remember all those who were taken from us in an instant and seek their lasting memorial in a safer and more hopeful world.  We must not allow our resolve to be weakened by the passage of time.  We will meet the test that history has given us and continue to fight to rid the world of terrorism and promote liberty around the globe.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; By a joint resolution approved December 18, 2001 (Public Law 107-89), the Congress has designated September 11 of each year as "Patriot Day."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim September 11, 2008, as Patriot Day.  I call upon the Governors of the United States and the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico, as well as appropriate officials of all units of government, to direct that the flag be flown at half-staff on Patriot Day.  I also call upon the people of the United States to observe Patriot Day with appropriate ceremonies, activities, and remembrance services, to display the flag at half-staff from their homes on that day, and to observe a moment of silence beginning at 8:46 a.m. eastern daylight time to honor the innocent Americans and people from around the world who lost their lives as a result of the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this eighth day of September, in the year of our Lord two thousand eight, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-third.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; GEORGE W. BUSH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-5189271852265196081?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/5189271852265196081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=5189271852265196081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/5189271852265196081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/5189271852265196081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/09/patriot-day-2008.html' title='Patriot Day, 2008'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-4487188952924342609</id><published>2008-09-05T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:14:54.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>The same sun, across the world...</title><content type='html'>Isn't that a strange thought? Though there may be a million miles between us (ok, maybe just thousands for Spencer and I...I'm not a very good judge of distance), we all see and feel the same sun every day. We gaze at the same moon every night. Isn't that amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in keeping with Mada's recent post, here are some sunrise/sunset/cloud pictures taken in Texas over the course of the past few years. Not nearly as fantastic as the New Zealand ones, but God does too brilliant of a job to allow me to call them anything less than beautiful. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'll post some more landscape pictures soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{The first 4 were taken at the beach a few years ago, where we stayed in a condo with some friends for a weekend.}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHCyp7iNTI/AAAAAAAAADo/qRd-OoHdmdA/s1600-h/Beach+visit+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHCyp7iNTI/AAAAAAAAADo/qRd-OoHdmdA/s400/Beach+visit+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242685616740775218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHCynxH4NI/AAAAAAAAADw/zVVFSnSf_t4/s1600-h/Beach+visit+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHCynxH4NI/AAAAAAAAADw/zVVFSnSf_t4/s400/Beach+visit+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242685616160235730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this one doesn't actually belong the sunrise/sunset/cloud category, but I love the way the pattern in the sand matches the pattern of the clouds in the previous picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHCy0P4fdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rffWvit5scE/s1600-h/Beach+visit+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHCy0P4fdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rffWvit5scE/s400/Beach+visit+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242685619510476242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHCzU7bdWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y-HjU7HLqvc/s1600-h/Beach+visit+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHCzU7bdWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y-HjU7HLqvc/s400/Beach+visit+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242685628283057506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHIHl8avNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iHR8GPrwj6c/s1600-h/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHIHl8avNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iHR8GPrwj6c/s400/IMG_1344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242691474006129874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMRf32FY7LI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nusG2OVGv28/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMRf32FY7LI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nusG2OVGv28/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243421279181663410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHIH4-PoUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1J62uWSgVHk/s1600-h/IMG_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHIH4-PoUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1J62uWSgVHk/s400/IMG_1349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242691479114064194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHIHmx_EzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gqG-6jL2jc8/s1600-h/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHIHmx_EzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gqG-6jL2jc8/s400/IMG_1327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242691474230809394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-4487188952924342609?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/4487188952924342609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=4487188952924342609' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4487188952924342609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4487188952924342609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/09/same-sun-across-world.html' title='The same sun, across the world...'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SMHCyp7iNTI/AAAAAAAAADo/qRd-OoHdmdA/s72-c/Beach+visit+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-5147670644413281659</id><published>2008-08-27T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:31:06.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra! Extra! Read all about it!</title><content type='html'>For those of you eagerly anticipating the release of Christopher Paolini's latest book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brisingr&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; pay $27.00 (USD) by purchasing it through the main Alagaesia site. I just recently pre-ordered the book through &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FBrisingr-Inheritance-Book-Christopher-Paolini%2Fdp%2F0375826726%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1219889950%26sr%3D8-1&amp;amp;tag=thesethreerem-20&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thesethreerem-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important; display: none;" border="0" width="1" height="1" /&gt;, and guess how much I paid for it? $15.13 . For the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hardcover.&lt;/span&gt; And another wonderful thing about Amazon.com - if they lower the price of the pre-order item after you've already ordered it and before the item is released, they'll charge you the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lowered&lt;/span&gt; price. Not to mention the fact that I'm on Amazon Prime, so I get free two-day shipping. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in case you didn't notice, there have been a few updates to the template of 'Asking the Answer.' I have added a few more blogs to my BlogRoll, firstly. 'Resolved2Worship' is the blog of a mother of 6 (four boys and two girls) who I have come to greatly admire and appreciate - I have no idea how I found her blog (it's been in my bookmarks for a while) but I am certainly glad I did. I encourage you especially to read her post "Real Life Monday" from a few weeks ago; in the second part (after the photos) she talks about forgiveness and letting go of hurt; it seriously brought me to tears (perhaps because of some things going on in my life at the moment). Anyway, the other addition is the Myspace blog of the band 'Tenth Avenue North' (they also have a "journal" page on their main site that varies a little bit from the Myspace blog). Even if you don't care for their music, I highly recommend their blog - they have a lot of really insightful, encouraging, and challenging posts (especially from the lead singer, Mike D.), plus a few quirky ones thrown in the mix. Perhaps at some point I'll post a few "guest" articles from them, but please peruse the blog yourself if you have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also added a Shoutbox. ;-) Now you can leave notes about things not relating to the posts and such (or whatever you feel like writing there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, I watched a particular 5 hour movie with my cousin and sister a few weeks ago. *ahem* I think I can agree with the masses now and say that the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice is indeed better than the newest rendition of that story (starring Kiera Knightley). Although there are a few elements and characters (i.e. Jane in particular) that I liked better in the later version. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-5147670644413281659?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/5147670644413281659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=5147670644413281659' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/5147670644413281659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/5147670644413281659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/08/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='Extra! Extra! Read all about it!'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-8291498199826473892</id><published>2008-08-08T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:03:07.560-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pondering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>How much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This temporary lapse in posting is not permanent, I assure you! Thanks for your patience. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written the week of June 14, 2008. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To whom much has been given, much will be required."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That verse has been in my thoughts the past few days. Of course, the above is not exactly how it goes, but that's how I remembered it at the time. It wasn't even a verse that I had happened to come upon in my Bible reading, but simply one that popped into my head and refused to leave. Almost as soon as it manifested itself in my mind, it created what you might call an "Ah-ha!" experience in my heart. Suddenly, I felt that I began to grasp, understand, and realize the verse--in a way that I had not done before. It was amazing--like God just spoke to my heart. Such a simple verse, but so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, almost immediately after my initial reaction (which was, in essence, "Wow!") a slightly more unsettling reaction followed--in comparison to the first, this one would have sounded like "Oh...". Upon pondering the verse, I realized something--Jesus isn't simply referring to material possessions; He's not only implying that we should use the monetary and material blessings we have been given to further Christ's kingdom (which might be one common interpretation of the parable in which it is contained). No, more is being required than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this thought came to me because I happened to be preparing for a piano lesson around the same time; I'm not sure. But have you ever considered that your gifts, your talents (in addition to the aforementioned blessings) might also be the subject of the verse? That the blessing of having many Godly influences (whether it be parents, pastors, or friends) might be included? What about your opportunities? Your resources? Even your very mind? Your desires, passions, skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For everyone to whom much is given, from him much will be required; and to whom much has been committed, of him they will ask the more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. When I think of all that I have been given--the immensity of my blessings, and the amount that has been "committed" to me, compared with how much I have given back to Him...How much shall be required of me, with what I have been given! How shall I ever account for it all? What am I doing to prepare for Him who has committed all these things to me? What will the balance be? Am I making the best use of all these blessings He has given me, as the first servant in that parable (I encourage you to read it over again), or am I simply holding them to return to Him exactly as they were when I first received them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I in no way am saying that I think we are required to work for our salvation. It is a free gift, given by Christ to all who will reach out and take it. But there is a level of accountability that I think perhaps we too often miss--for those of us to whom much has been given, much will be required. Yes, I believe absolutely and completely that God loves me no matter what I do or do not do; but should I not attempt to at least use that which He has given me in His love and grace in a way that blesses Him and His kingdom? Why else would He have given them to me? No, that doesn't mean that every single one of us is meant to be sent out into the world to do "great and glorious things" that all the world will see. Maybe what's required of some of us is much simpler. Maybe a particular gift you have been given isn't one to bring in hundreds of new believers, but is to be used for your own family--to develop, train, and bless your own children someday--or maybe it has one of a million other purposes, seemingly small and relatively unimportant to the world, but a necessary tool in God's hand. Maybe? Isn't that still giving back to Him? Developing and furthering what He has given us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what was on my heart this weekend, and I just wanted to share it with you--though I'm not quite sure that I worded it in a way that properly explains what I was trying to say...Please let me know what you think of it; does any of it ring true for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-8291498199826473892?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/8291498199826473892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=8291498199826473892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/8291498199826473892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/8291498199826473892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-much.html' title='How much?'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-2022783086863425394</id><published>2008-07-20T22:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:05:32.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lairë</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I apologize for not posting for so long--we were preparing for a long car trip and then were en route/in Kentucky until just this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written June 7, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well summertime is here again in Texas--full force--with all its beauty and misery. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is blooming, and has been for about a month now. Our towering palm trees are nearly always moving, rustling in the gentle breeze, dropping their last few blossoms along the rocks and into the pool. The beautiful crepe myrtle branches have been painted with white and all various shades of pink and purple; when the wind blows it seems to catch up the tiny flowers like snowflake flurries--especially during a thunderstorm, when they flow and skitter across the crepe myrtle-lined driveway. The small, dark purple flowers of the Mexican Heather are appearing, as are those of the lighter shaded Lilies of the Nile. The Day Lilies, too, are adding their color to the summer landscape, with tints of yellow, red, purple, and orange. The hibiscus, the Oleanders with their lovely cherry scent, and oh! the fruit trees! Their blossoms smell absolutely heavenly--lemon, grapefruit, lime, peach, apple, pear...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's garden is well on its way--we have fresh tomatoes, corn, and peppers (bell and jalapeno), and will soon have watermelon, cantaloupe, beans, and cucumbers. Our herb garden is also providing fresh basil, rosemary, oregano, chives, peppermint, and lavender. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is usually peeking its head over the horizon by about 6:30 these days, and doesn't disappear in the west until around eight in the evening. And oh! does the sun take advantage of its full trek across the sky--by 10 in the morning it can be 90 to 100 degrees Fahrenheit (approximately 32-38 degrees Celsius). The humidity can make it so "sticky" that you almost feel like you're suffocating if you step outside. Thankfully there has been a fairly constant light wind lately--I notice the trees in a nearly endless dance most the day. Sometimes whirling around gaily, and sometimes just barely touching fingers, but always moving. I love hearing the wind play the first 6 notes of 'Amazing Grace' as it brushes past the wind chime hanging on the back porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite strange, really. When I began writing this post, I thought I'd have much more ranting about the heat, humidity, mosquitoes, and the things that make summer miserable, but instead I've gone on and on about how gorgeous it is. I suppose that I like summer more than I thought I did (though the heat and humidity is still a damper on my enthusiasm for it. ;) ). Do you ever feel, with all the beauty around you, this deep soul-longing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I have rambled on and on about basically nothing...Hmm. What shall I do to redeem this post slightly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to 'Sunny Days' by Jars of Clay. It's probably my favorite song of that band to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Summer Again' by The Afters is beautiful--look it up if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a random fact of the day: Lairë is the Quenya Elvish word for 'summer.' And I love the Elvish language. Wait, that's two random facts. No it isn't. The second one isn't random--it relates to the first. Hang on. That means that the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; one isn't random, now, doesn't it? I'm confusing you, aren't I? I've been on a fast for 9 days now, so I'm entitled to be a little confusing at the moment. There. That's three...semi-random...facts for you. And I bet those will trigger as much conversation as the entire above post. (If there's any conversation at all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the break from "serious" posts...it won't last long, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile--it's contagious. :) God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-2022783086863425394?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/2022783086863425394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=2022783086863425394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/2022783086863425394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/2022783086863425394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/07/lair.html' title='Lairë'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-7871751133366932953</id><published>2008-07-05T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:04:15.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering in the Blueberry Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Written Sunday, June 29, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I suppose my thoughts on this post are, in the words of the oft-quoted Calvin, "Who wouldn't be interested in everything we do?!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Our dad came into the room that I share with my two younger sisters at 6:45 this morning, awaking me from a sound sleep in which I dreamt that, for some strange reason, I was one of 8 or 9 people chosen to be blasted off into space (to the moon, I think). Being desirous of reaching the conclusion of the dream, I attempted in vain to tune out the unwelcome "alarm." When, however, I heard that we had only 15 minutes to get changed, gather our things, and be in the car, I rather reluctantly but quickly threw back the 3 layers of covers (I get cold at night very easily :P). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;After getting ready, I grabbed my cell phone and a ring of keys from my dresser, intending to run down the street to a neighbor's house in order to feed their cat (which responsibility I took on for half a month while the couple celebrates their 25th wedding anniversary in Vienna and on a cruise ship among the Greek islands). As I reached their driveway, however, I remembered that their daughter (a year older than I, and a sophomore in college) had left me a note yesterday saying that she would be home until later that morning, and it occurred to me that she might not appreciate my waking her so early. I therefore hastened back to the car, where the rest of the family was just piling in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;As we drove out of the neighborhood, we passed a little family of ducks just preparing to cross the road--with little &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt; ducklings. A cry of "Awwww!" came from my mom and me, while my dad looked at me (via the rearview mirror) like my cheese had begun to slide off my cracker. LOL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I then picked up the book I had brought with me and attempted to read. This was quite difficult, however, as my mom was reading to my dad from a book about raw milk and the history of pasteurization (we drink raw milk ;) ). I continued my efforts to tune out the commentary in the front of the car and tried to focus on George MacDonald's &lt;i&gt;The Musician's Quest&lt;/i&gt;. The difficulty of this increased, however, as Nicole Nordeman's song 'Sunrise' stuck itself in my brain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Finally, after a few moments, I temporarily set aside Robert Falconer and Shargar; my mind was going at such a rate (writing the beginning of this blog post, actually), that I quickly requested from my mother a piece of paper and pencil. Kara supplied the paper from her notepad on which she was writing Spanish verbs, and the pencil was found in the compartment between the front seats. (I really should remember to carry a pad of paper around with me everywhere I go.) Thus I occupied myself writing for a good 15 minutes until we came close to our destination, when my concentration was distracted by my dad pointing out some horses along the road to the kids--my attention once drawn to the window, I continued to gaze in that direction for several more minutes. Moments later, a very strange thing came into view; ostriches! Why on earth someone had ostriches in their front yard I don't know. :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;As I went to return to my creative endeavors, I was rudely interrupted by a continuous joggling. Looking up once more, I saw that we had turned onto a dirt/gravel road, and therefore postponed the commencement of my writing, lest I be completely unable to decipher it afterwards. My dad must have been highly amused at the sight of us bouncing around in our seats like Mexican jumping beans.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Miraculously, we found ourselves whole and unbruised when we finally pulled into a parking space in front of the "U-pick" blueberry farm. Everyone quickly unbuckled and gathered their things (hats, water bottles, and--in my case--a camera), whereupon we walked up to the main office. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;The man that greeted us immediately congratulated our mother for "bringing so many pickers" as he began handing us buckets and ropes (by which to hang the buckets over our necks, leaving our hands free). Strangely, his voice and laugh reminded me of a character from a movie--after a bit of pondering, I realized it was the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland (which I haven't seen in an eternity). The similarity was quite bizarre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Anyway, the Mad Hatter man then directed us towards the back of the farm, where there were berries to be found. I walked with Daddy, ahead of the others, and he chatted to me about a doctor friend of his, while I listened, swinging my bucket happily. Finally we came to the section indicated by the Mad Hatter man (I never did catch his name), and everyone spread out and began picking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;There is a point to this post, believe it or not! So stay in your seat. :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Picking the blueberries was harder this year than last. This year we didn't manage to make it to the farm until near the very end of the season, so most of the blueberries within easy reach were gone. The ones that were left were either quite far &lt;i&gt;into&lt;/i&gt; the bush or way up on top of it. And I'm short; that made it even harder. Apparently I wasn't the only one, either. I overheard a couple on the other side of the row from me talking, and the girl commented that she wasn't getting many berries, whereupon her husband/boyfriend (I couldn't tell which) teased her for being so short and boasted that he had half a bucketful already (Hey, he must've been over 6', so he had an unfair advantage, which he admitted). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;The other members of my family began commenting on the scarceness of the berries as well. This sort of blueberry picking was not for the squeamish. It required diving into the very heart of the bushes, pulling back branches, and (in my case) reaching up and pulling down branches to reach the top of them. My thirteen year-old brother approached me at one point and lamented, through the bushes, "How long wilt thou be content with the middlings? When will thou reach higher?" (Yes, I know his Olde English needs help. :P) Humorous as that was, my mind, being the way it is, took that concept and ran with it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;As I picked, I thought about the fact that in order to get the best berries (for they truly were better--bigger and sweeter), one had to strive for the tops and centers of the plants. Isn't that rather like our spiritual lives? How many people are content to walk through life and catch what they can of God along the way--a bit here, a bit there...Whatever is in easy reach. Heaven forbid that they should have to inconvenience themselves to have more of Him and His presence. Why don't we dive into God--into His heart? Why don't we look up and reach for His face? I think He is calling us to do as Aslan called the Pevensies in the Last Battle, when in the "real" Narnia: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Further up and further in!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;This thought enkindles me. Will you too join the quest to go "further up and further in" to our relationship with Him? For without Him, where is the joy in the journey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-7871751133366932953?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/7871751133366932953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=7871751133366932953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/7871751133366932953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/7871751133366932953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/07/pondering-in-blueberry-patch.html' title='Pondering in the Blueberry Patch'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-756038972740114584</id><published>2008-07-03T23:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:46:39.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><title type='text'>Feel free to opine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Well, there is the result of an evening's photo-shoot and another evening's Photoshop. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thinkest thou of mine new banner? Preferest thou the old or the new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-756038972740114584?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/756038972740114584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=756038972740114584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/756038972740114584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/756038972740114584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/07/feel-free-to-opine.html' title='Feel free to opine...'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-5319492304843539716</id><published>2008-06-26T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:40:49.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The dream of every little boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;NASA is offering to take you to the moon for free! Well, sort of--your name, anyway. Read &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/LRO/news/nametomoon2.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more information and instructions on how to send them your info, which will be placed on a microchip, which in turn will go hurdling through space on the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter (LRO) to the moon itself. The deadline for submitting your name is tomorrow, June 27, 2008. (That's American Eastern Time, I assume, for those of you elsewhere in the world--so Mada and other NZers, remember that you're 16 hours ahead of that at the moment. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-5319492304843539716?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/5319492304843539716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=5319492304843539716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/5319492304843539716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/5319492304843539716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-of-every-little-boy.html' title='The dream of every little boy...'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-4631298188654059335</id><published>2008-06-25T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:29:10.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch your thoughts for they become words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choose your words for they become actions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Understand your actions for they become habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study your habits for they will become your character&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Develop your character for it will become your destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Author Unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-4631298188654059335?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/4631298188654059335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=4631298188654059335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4631298188654059335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/4631298188654059335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/06/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-7780722990325766750</id><published>2008-06-17T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:01:56.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>The other day I took my little four year-old sister and Cody, the family's golden retriever puppy, on a walk down to the nearby pond. Though we didn't get to spend much time there (on account of the extreme heat, despite the fact that it was almost 5 PM), they seemed to have fun--"Baby Girl" (my own special nickname for my littlest sister) especially enjoyed seeing the ducks and watching the little minnows along the shore, while Cody had to be restrained from chasing the one and jumping in after the other. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took a camera with me: here's one of the results (and I may post another soon). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212329285257388450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SFXp3mwh4aI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FuDbdREq1IE/s400/IMG_2691+-+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-7780722990325766750?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/7780722990325766750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=7780722990325766750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/7780722990325766750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/7780722990325766750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/06/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SFXp3mwh4aI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FuDbdREq1IE/s72-c/IMG_2691+-+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-9202488625009894921</id><published>2008-06-11T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:35:01.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Goverment Funds Murder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.visionforum.com/hottopics/blogs/dwp/2008/05/3606.aspx"&gt;This article&lt;/a&gt; that a blogger friend of mine pointed to recently gives some truly appalling statistical information regarding abortions and Planned Parenthood in America. What &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; does the &lt;em&gt;government&lt;/em&gt; have to support Planned Parenthood?! I should like to know why they think it's their privilege to bestow our tax dollars on such an organization--more than 300 million dollars worth--a large portion of which is used to support pro-abortion political candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;! In the name of all of the unborn children that have lost their lives because, in part, of Planned Parenthood, I say this is unjust. Sickening. Repulsively disgusting. Sinful to the core. Murder, plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for our country, ladies and gentlemen; whether you be a citizen of it or not. It is a truly sad state of affairs when more children die by the will of their parents in one year (in 2006 Planned Parenthood alone provided approximately 289,650 abortions) than soldiers died in the past four wars/military operations in which America fought (to date). Actually, the numbers are so astronomically large that I shall put it this way: suppose that the 2006 statistics for Planned Parenthood are the average. Suppose also that the approximate total number of American soldiers killed in &lt;em&gt;all the wars and military operations in which the country has participated&lt;/em&gt; over its entire existence is 1,008,057 (yes, I had to do a bit of research for this post). This means that in the short span of just under 3.5 years the number of deaths attributed to Planned Parenthood will have equaled the number of American soldiers killed over &lt;em&gt;the past 232 years&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those precious little lives stamped out because of the stupidity, insanity, and pure selfishness of their parents. And Planned Parenthood plays on the sinful mistakes and tendencies of the young people in particular--directly in front of the side-road entrance to the college which I attended last semester was a Planned Parenthood office. It stirs my indignation and passion for this subject nearly every time I pass it--almost makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if all those unborn children will be present as warriors in the Last Battle on Earth...Wouldn't that be amazing? Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-9202488625009894921?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/9202488625009894921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=9202488625009894921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/9202488625009894921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/9202488625009894921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/06/goverment-funds-murder.html' title='Goverment Funds Murder'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-5584091225695514556</id><published>2008-06-03T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:58:42.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades of Star Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This humorous piece was written by my grandmother, relating her experience when looking to purchase a new cell phone last year. (By the way, for when you encounter the name "Melody"--that's the name of one of my aunts.) Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to do was pick out a new cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I renew my Verizon contract for two years, which I had planned to do anyway, I can have practically any telephone I want for free if I buy online. So I am perusing the Verizon web site while talking on my elderly Motorola cell phone to a customer service representative. She says she can't renew my contract with my present telephone because it lacks GPS capability, which is required for 911 operators to know where I am. I am flabbergasted! "What!?" I say to her. "Do you mean these new cell phones know where I am all the time? How can that be possible? Half the time I don't even know where I am, and you're telling me all I have to do is ask my telephone and it will help me find my way home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely," she assured me. So these new phones are smarter than I am! I'll never get lost again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;("Mom, I think we must have taken a wrong turn."&lt;br /&gt;"Melody, just ask the cell phone how we managed to go two hours out of our way, and how to get back.") &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But that wasn't the end of the surprises. I noted that most of the phones are equipped with a Blue Tooth. Now I don't want to sound old-fashioned, but I always thought white teeth looked pretty good on most people. And I told the CS Rep as much. She explained what the Blue Tooth is for, but she couldn't tell me where it got its name. How something that hangs on your ear got named a Tooth I'll never figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further down the list of the latest features, I ran across a couple of phones which boasted "removable memories." Really, at my age I struggle with half my memory feeling like it has been removed on any given day, so why would I want a telephone with the same problem? Again, the CS Rep (trying to keep a straight face, from the sound of her voice) told me that "removable memory" really refers to "additional memory", stored on a tiny little card that fits into the tiny little cell phone. And when she told me how much memory can be packed onto that tiny little card, I knew -- I just KNEW -- that the Star Trek age is just around the corner. One day soon, I will be able to just slap the Communicator button embedded in my chest, and my blue tooth will activate my GPS and it will all be recorded on my removable memory card. I wonder if I will be able to remember where I put the card?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-5584091225695514556?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/5584091225695514556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=5584091225695514556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/5584091225695514556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/5584091225695514556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/06/shades-of-star-trek.html' title='Shades of Star Trek'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-8400282659290980300</id><published>2008-05-25T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:51:45.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What think you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it could still use some work, but here is a render that I created in Terragen last year...I would make it larger, but the sidebar then cuts off a good portion of it. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204512583998469922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SDokntZHdyI/AAAAAAAAABs/szOFUXev2mI/s320/Storm+over+The+Mountain+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EDIT: &lt;a href="http://s184.photobucket.com/albums/x44/2joyfulhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=StormoverTheMountain2.jpg"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to a larger version of the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-8400282659290980300?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/8400282659290980300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=8400282659290980300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/8400282659290980300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/8400282659290980300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-think-you.html' title='What think you?'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/SDokntZHdyI/AAAAAAAAABs/szOFUXev2mI/s72-c/Storm+over+The+Mountain+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-8857412370482631066</id><published>2008-05-19T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:00:40.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>42?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written March 23, 2008 (Seeing the coincidental correlation between this and the theme of my blog, I thought mayhap I'd share this piece as one of the first posts on "Asking the Answer". :) )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;There is a popular book/movie of which I have heard (but not read/watched) called &lt;i&gt;Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/i&gt;; apparently, at some point in the story line, the answer to "life, the universe, and everything"--to life's biggest question-- is found. The answer? The number 42.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;Well, much more about the story than that I don't know, but I believe I have found a different answer. It's very simple, like the number 42...nothing complex or hard to understand about it; in fact, we use it most every day without thinking anything of it. A common word in the English language, short, small, yet its implications can be eternal. My answer? &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;If we could grasp the deep significance of that small word every moment of every day, we would have the &lt;i&gt;true&lt;/i&gt; answer to "the life, the universe, and everything." It's all His--it all belongs to Christ. I am His, you are His, the person who cuts you off in traffic is his, the very house in which you live is His. Why should we worry, complain, or fret? Yesterday was His, today is His, and every moment of your future is His...is He not capable of taking care of His own? Shouldn't we leave it to Him, then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If every human being on Earth is His, I should treat them with respect--they're the possessions of the King of kings; the way I react to them is, in essence, the way I am reacting to God, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Matthew 25:40 "And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." KJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If my life is His, should I really worry about my future? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luke 12:22-32 "Then Jesus said to his disciples: 'Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:georgia;" align="left" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;'Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith! And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;'Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom.'" NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If God is truly in control--if everything is really His, then all of life's problems solve themselves, because &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; don't need to solve them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;That's not to say we should be apathetic--God works through our lives day in and day out--but we should rest in joy and peace, knowing that it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; all His, and not ours. We are not asked to fix the world, to understand all that He does, but to merely follow His path as we can, and let Him carry us when we cannot, knowing that this is His world that He created--His perfect plan is in place, and all we have to do is allow Him to work through us in whatever way He sees fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Much easier said than done often times, no? Trust me, I know. Too often we want to pull back the jacket and reveal a superhero, ready to fly in and save the day once again--look out to anyone who stands in our way!--but God's ways are higher than our ways, and His thoughts higher than our thoughts (Isaiah 55:9). To those who don't look for it, God's plan and His works often go passed by, unseen; and sometimes, far from being popular, those who follow that path are ridiculed. But &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt; plan is perfect--for every one of us. Perfect. Without defect. My life is &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt;. Your life is &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt;. All part of &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt; world,&lt;i&gt; His&lt;/i&gt; plan, and&lt;i&gt; His&lt;/i&gt; unfailing, far-seeing, passionate, and self-sacrificing love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One little word, encompassing all of time and creation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;His.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-8857412370482631066?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/8857412370482631066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=8857412370482631066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/8857412370482631066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/8857412370482631066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/05/42.html' title='42?'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407907155474856004.post-6800039754512606985</id><published>2008-05-15T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:39:32.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A beginning...</title><content type='html'>...can be a most daunting task in the mind of a writer. Where shall I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Apologia and Applesauce Pudding forums many of you know me by the alias "Notmyown"- and indeed, I am not my own; I have been ransomed at a price, and therefore I desire to honor and love the One who freed me from death and whom I now serve willingly, growing closer to Him every day (I hope!) - I long to know and ever be in His will, imperfect though I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, I welcome you. On this blog will be shared my journey, thoughts, laughter, and questions, to name a few likely subjects; may you be encouraged, challenged, cheered, and blessed by whatever may be shared here! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407907155474856004-6800039754512606985?l=askingtheanswer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/feeds/6800039754512606985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407907155474856004&amp;postID=6800039754512606985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/6800039754512606985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407907155474856004/posts/default/6800039754512606985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askingtheanswer.blogspot.com/2008/05/beginning.html' title='A beginning...'/><author><name>NotMyOwn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821840222725053710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HGLoOmh1g1c/S0Pj_02iuWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ehozV1T-wvI/s400/DSC_0053+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
