<?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-32196461</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:58:08.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caryn's random thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>All the thoughts swimming in my head coming together on a single blog...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-3136866878992942630</id><published>2009-04-18T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:32:59.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of N'awlins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SeqNUwpjL5I/AAAAAAAACMw/1s4WQ02tWks/s1600-h/N%27awlins+198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326224897115107218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SeqNUwpjL5I/AAAAAAAACMw/1s4WQ02tWks/s400/N%27awlins+198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-3136866878992942630?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3136866878992942630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=3136866878992942630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3136866878992942630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3136866878992942630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/taste-of-nawlins.html' title='Taste of N&apos;awlins'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SeqNUwpjL5I/AAAAAAAACMw/1s4WQ02tWks/s72-c/N%27awlins+198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7242072993626963325</id><published>2009-04-10T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:12:19.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Sd9hc-3BLTI/AAAAAAAACLk/RRWf531ZnP4/s1600-h/DragonBoats+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323080435113209138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Sd9hc-3BLTI/AAAAAAAACLk/RRWf531ZnP4/s400/DragonBoats+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, Hannah, Tammy, and I went to Sugarmill Pond to see "Reaux for Miles," a dragon boat race sponsored by the Miles Perret Center. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323079306818842130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Sd9gbTorbhI/AAAAAAAACLM/L6NPx205cAw/s400/DragonBoats+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Miles Perret is a cancer support center that has helped Tammy a lot during her battle with cervical cancer. They have given our family books, pamphlets, and tons of information on how to deal with cancer, and they have paid for many of Tammy's presciptions, no questions asked. We never even filled out paperwork. They just talk to the doctor and then when you come in, they take care of filling your needs. They are an amazing group and I am proud to support them whenever I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323080443362192418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Sd9hddlurCI/AAAAAAAACLs/15SzElxUfnc/s400/DragonBoats+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This group of pink dragonboat racers are ALL breast cancer survivors. They were AWESOME to watch!! Such precision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323079309175784274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Sd9gbcang1I/AAAAAAAACLE/EgEbUdnPRQQ/s400/DragonBoats+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323079312524723410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Sd9gbo5ERNI/AAAAAAAACLU/QGIoaa28oo4/s400/DragonBoats+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323079314630769474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Sd9gbwvL-0I/AAAAAAAACLc/M8tI6RkyGPY/s400/DragonBoats+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-7242072993626963325?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7242072993626963325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7242072993626963325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7242072993626963325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7242072993626963325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-saturday-hannah-tammy-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Sd9hc-3BLTI/AAAAAAAACLk/RRWf531ZnP4/s72-c/DragonBoats+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5873732650813676847</id><published>2009-03-21T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:02:56.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan G. Komen Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/ScVi-nKQ6jI/AAAAAAAACKU/YQtv8umq1Ug/s1600-h/Komen+Race+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315763762984184370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/ScVi-nKQ6jI/AAAAAAAACKU/YQtv8umq1Ug/s400/Komen+Race+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the balloons represents a cancer survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/ScVi-Yhk5wI/AAAAAAAACKM/jIE2OD2PHnk/s1600-h/Komen+Race+001+edited_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315763759055431426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/ScVi-Yhk5wI/AAAAAAAACKM/jIE2OD2PHnk/s400/Komen+Race+001+edited_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family all came out to show love to Tammy! &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315763767848585026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/ScVi-5SBx0I/AAAAAAAACKc/VV3_1wnTy4s/s400/Komen+Race+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes, she is!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister is such a champ. She had her last radiation on Tuesday, and her last chemo yesterday. And here she is at the Komen race for the cure. What determination!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5873732650813676847?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5873732650813676847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5873732650813676847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5873732650813676847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5873732650813676847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/susan-g-komen-race.html' title='Susan G. Komen Race'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/ScVi-nKQ6jI/AAAAAAAACKU/YQtv8umq1Ug/s72-c/Komen+Race+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-3869802675124983512</id><published>2009-03-01T18:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:22:24.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit by the Flu Bug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SasmiF7Z0DI/AAAAAAAACKE/sBUY7bBzqR8/s1600-h/Hannah+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308378952935002162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SasmiF7Z0DI/AAAAAAAACKE/sBUY7bBzqR8/s400/Hannah+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SasmhwD_vPI/AAAAAAAACJ8/E-RoSppveRg/s1600-h/Hannah+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308378947065462002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SasmhwD_vPI/AAAAAAAACJ8/E-RoSppveRg/s400/Hannah+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-3869802675124983512?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3869802675124983512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=3869802675124983512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3869802675124983512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3869802675124983512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/bit-by-flu-bug.html' title='Bit by the Flu Bug!'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SasmiF7Z0DI/AAAAAAAACKE/sBUY7bBzqR8/s72-c/Hannah+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4833758762655517792</id><published>2009-02-24T18:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:08:26.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardi Gras Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SaSLQxuM8qI/AAAAAAAACJM/i-yT16tSNnU/s1600-h/MardiGras09+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306519381290578594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SaSLQxuM8qI/AAAAAAAACJM/i-yT16tSNnU/s400/MardiGras09+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SaSLOxEUweI/AAAAAAAACJE/lCnRsX9MlnM/s1600-h/MardiGras09+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306519346755191266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SaSLOxEUweI/AAAAAAAACJE/lCnRsX9MlnM/s400/MardiGras09+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SaSLOLiYncI/AAAAAAAACI8/aWVP-tMhyDg/s1600-h/MardiGras09+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306519336680725954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SaSLOLiYncI/AAAAAAAACI8/aWVP-tMhyDg/s400/MardiGras09+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SaSLM3OBuFI/AAAAAAAACI0/BvfKnnyYG2M/s1600-h/MardiGras09+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306519314046761042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SaSLM3OBuFI/AAAAAAAACI0/BvfKnnyYG2M/s400/MardiGras09+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SaSLL4OCJfI/AAAAAAAACIs/sV7q-bvRKXE/s1600-h/MardiGras09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306519297135355378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SaSLL4OCJfI/AAAAAAAACIs/sV7q-bvRKXE/s400/MardiGras09+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4833758762655517792?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4833758762655517792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4833758762655517792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4833758762655517792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4833758762655517792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/mardi-gras-time.html' title='Mardi Gras Time'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SaSLQxuM8qI/AAAAAAAACJM/i-yT16tSNnU/s72-c/MardiGras09+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7219831117105055342</id><published>2009-02-06T22:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:13:15.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Care Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SY0KVPc3HrI/AAAAAAAACHk/oDCPHNsOq90/s1600-h/CF19651_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299903696526057138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SY0KVPc3HrI/AAAAAAAACHk/oDCPHNsOq90/s400/CF19651_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I set up a website on &lt;a href="http://www.carepages.com/"&gt;http://www.carepages.com/&lt;/a&gt; for Tammy. If you wanna check it out, click the title of his blog entry and set up your own access account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-7219831117105055342?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.carepages.com/carepages/tammybelieves' title='Care Pages'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7219831117105055342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7219831117105055342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7219831117105055342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7219831117105055342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/care-pages.html' title='Care Pages'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SY0KVPc3HrI/AAAAAAAACHk/oDCPHNsOq90/s72-c/CF19651_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4958485031033129347</id><published>2009-01-31T22:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:49:39.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SYUndMOrsgI/AAAAAAAACG8/HcTGFcgW9wk/s1600-h/chemo+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297683919123755522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SYUndMOrsgI/AAAAAAAACG8/HcTGFcgW9wk/s400/chemo+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the strongest person I know. My sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you grow up with a sibling, you feel like you know them inside and out. But when cancer hits, you find out just how amazingly courageous they are. And you realize what a TRUE blessing it is to have them in your life. I hope I will be able to handle life's "happenings" the way Tammy has- with grace, dignity, humility, and with courage and and unwavering faith in God, our Healer. My sister is my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297684585529046738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SYUoD-yFdtI/AAAAAAAACHU/Kyy7lu5nWeM/s400/ec468cee7490c921aad0f2d0185951f2f3d75d5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297683922826018290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SYUndaBXvfI/AAAAAAAACHM/jtIaDsVtEFU/s400/chemo+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297683916087616818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SYUndA6z5TI/AAAAAAAACHE/dslR6XIqREE/s400/chemo+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297684582312629874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SYUoDyzO1nI/AAAAAAAACHc/SI_9QtyScqA/s400/CF19651_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...by HIS wounds we are healed..." ~Isaiah 53:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4958485031033129347?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4958485031033129347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4958485031033129347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4958485031033129347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4958485031033129347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SYUndMOrsgI/AAAAAAAACG8/HcTGFcgW9wk/s72-c/chemo+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-2253144293652699603</id><published>2009-01-11T16:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:48:38.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cheer.... in January</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290171445633740770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SWp25rnp7-I/AAAAAAAACE4/yRfJH7eRGn4/s400/IMG_9459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SWp26GLaDTI/AAAAAAAACFA/hjIDDoKPG-I/s1600-h/IMG_9454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290171452763016498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SWp26GLaDTI/AAAAAAAACFA/hjIDDoKPG-I/s400/IMG_9454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SWp25Udi54I/AAAAAAAACEw/Pvsp98MYSw0/s1600-h/ChristmasEve08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290171439417321346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SWp25Udi54I/AAAAAAAACEw/Pvsp98MYSw0/s400/ChristmasEve08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Better late than never!)&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/32196461-2253144293652699603?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2253144293652699603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=2253144293652699603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2253144293652699603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2253144293652699603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-cheer-in-january.html' title='Christmas Cheer.... in January'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SWp25rnp7-I/AAAAAAAACE4/yRfJH7eRGn4/s72-c/IMG_9459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-3429842504183766318</id><published>2009-01-08T06:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:24:15.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Prayers Needed</title><content type='html'>Tammy goes today to the hospital to do paperwork for her chemo and get the whole process going. The nurse at Oncologics told her that the staff at the hospital will try to fit her in to get a mediport put in today. PLEASE pray for us that this happens!! The sooner the mediport is put in, the sooner we can start fighting this mess with chemo. We are already fighting it with PRAYER!!!! THANKS GUYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-3429842504183766318?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3429842504183766318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=3429842504183766318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3429842504183766318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3429842504183766318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-prayers-needed.html' title='More Prayers Needed'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-6854219966919317008</id><published>2009-01-01T14:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:18:12.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SV0k5XBybGI/AAAAAAAACCY/gQGe3Enn2Rs/s1600-h/NewYears+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286422105455488098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SV0k5XBybGI/AAAAAAAACCY/gQGe3Enn2Rs/s400/NewYears+136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SV0k40TEPzI/AAAAAAAACCQ/8-G6otsyAxM/s1600-h/NewYears+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286422096132718386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SV0k40TEPzI/AAAAAAAACCQ/8-G6otsyAxM/s400/NewYears+139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope 2009 brings GOOD NEWS for everyone this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-6854219966919317008?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6854219966919317008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=6854219966919317008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6854219966919317008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6854219966919317008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SV0k5XBybGI/AAAAAAAACCY/gQGe3Enn2Rs/s72-c/NewYears+136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1236563673733124918</id><published>2008-12-24T11:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:51:53.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Wreath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SVJwCmfrzaI/AAAAAAAACCI/zp0g9L3vao8/s1600-h/wreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283408502854503842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SVJwCmfrzaI/AAAAAAAACCI/zp0g9L3vao8/s400/wreath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Christmas wreath has significant meaning for the Christmas season. The circular shape represents eternity- the unending circle of life. The evergreen symbolizes growth and everlasting life. Holly branches have thorns which represent the thorns on Jesus' crown when He was crucified. Bright red holly berries symbolize Jesus' blood that was shed for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it awesome that even though this season celebrates the Savior's birth, His death and resurrection is hidden in all the little details? Our God is so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1236563673733124918?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1236563673733124918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1236563673733124918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1236563673733124918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1236563673733124918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wreath.html' title='The Christmas Wreath'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SVJwCmfrzaI/AAAAAAAACCI/zp0g9L3vao8/s72-c/wreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5780234755866311126</id><published>2008-12-18T22:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:28:24.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SUsiSu_tkPI/AAAAAAAACB4/cw9YzPrRxrI/s1600-h/prayer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281352693270286578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SUsiSu_tkPI/AAAAAAAACB4/cw9YzPrRxrI/s400/prayer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister- Tammy Deluca- was just diagnosed with recurring cervical cancer, stage 4, with extensive metastasis to her pelvis. The cancerous growths vary in size from 5mm to 50mm throughout her pelvis. We are encouraged that Tammy is young, strong, and ready to fight. We believe that God is bigger than any cancer and He is the great physician and can heal her with one breath! Please pray for Tammy and for us as we conquer this together!!!! Jesus did it first-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.” ~Isaiah 53:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus, for the amazing sacrifice you made for all of us on that cross. You died for us so that we may live through you. I pray tonight for Tammy to live that life that she was meant to live, in VICTORY- and to be able to claim her complete healing in YOU and through YOU, Lord God. You are the sustainer of life (Psalm 91:16). You are the Great Physician (Luke 4:23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray this over Tammy tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“May the Spirit of the LORD rest on TAMMY and all her physicians— the Spirit of wisdom and of understanding, the Spirit of counsel and of power, the Spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the LORD. ~ Isaiah 11:2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are praying for her, please email me at &lt;a href="mailto:carynbodin@cox.net"&gt;carynbodin@cox.net&lt;/a&gt; and let me know so we can add you to our list we're compiling. We are hoping to have representatives from all fifty states praying for her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5780234755866311126?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5780234755866311126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5780234755866311126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5780234755866311126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5780234755866311126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/pray.html' title='pray'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SUsiSu_tkPI/AAAAAAAACB4/cw9YzPrRxrI/s72-c/prayer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-8951729294423196228</id><published>2008-12-12T06:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:41:42.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, folks.... SNOW in Southwest Louisiana. I think it was a little birthday gift from God. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was my house at 6:45am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278882400209851410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SUJbkwOR1BI/AAAAAAAACBg/pidoY8Ta5p4/s400/IMG_9856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Julie's "JuJu's" house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278882404668834994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SUJblA1YhLI/AAAAAAAACBo/PVo33eyI3b4/s400/IMG_9864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My view on the way to school. Funny, eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278882411400345762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SUJblZ6TOKI/AAAAAAAACBw/hKT8RuJD4Bo/s400/IMG_9868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt like I was back in Ohio. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-8951729294423196228?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8951729294423196228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=8951729294423196228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8951729294423196228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8951729294423196228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-anyone.html' title='SNOW, anyone?'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SUJbkwOR1BI/AAAAAAAACBg/pidoY8Ta5p4/s72-c/IMG_9856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1853786013980205384</id><published>2008-12-10T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:34:34.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boycott</title><content type='html'>Caryn's Top Five reasons I do NOT want a birthday this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: 37 is so close to 40 that people might actually start assuming you already ARE 40 when clearly you aren't.... But you're closer than ever to the "40" club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: 37 is not the age where you can brag that you're still really young. Cuz you AIN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: 37 is the point of no return- you can't say you're in your mid 30s anymore, because you're NOT. You are diving head first into the treacherous 40's and there's no where to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: 37 is like a freight train on a collision course with "Middle aged."and the number one reason Caryn does not want a birthday this year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: 37. Nothin pretty about THAT number...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1853786013980205384?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1853786013980205384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1853786013980205384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1853786013980205384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1853786013980205384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-boycott.html' title='Birthday Boycott'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7288521407433163989</id><published>2008-11-30T15:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:24:16.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Big Deal?</title><content type='html'>Today at church, Lyndale challenged each of us to answer the question, "Why is Jesus such a big deal to me?" So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is Jesus such a big deal to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Because Jesus loves me even when I am unlovable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give most everyone else plenty of reasons NOT to love me, or at least to not love how I act or what I say. But Jesus loves me in the midst of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the spirit alive in Christ Jesus has set you free from the laws of sin and death." &lt;/em&gt;~Romans 8:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Because He met me when I was at my lowest point and lifted me up to become a child of the King.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I had no where left to turn, when I thought there was nothing left, I realized Christ was all I ever needed. He met me at the lowest point in my life when I thought that things could not get worse. And instead of making me feel like a sinful, selfish creature, He washed me white as snow and called me a child of the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory." &lt;/em&gt;~Romans 8:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Jesus gave me a family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earthly family is very small- my mom and dad, one sister, only two aunts, no living uncles, only one grandmother left. Very few extended family. Life is pretty lonely when you don't have family. But when I became a Christian, God introduced me to many wonderful Christian friends who are now just as much my family as any blood relative. They have been by me through the best times and the worst times, and I am a better person for knowing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."&lt;/em&gt; ~Proverbs 18:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I didn't have to earn his love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndale used this one, and I have to have this on my list. As a singer, I have grown accustom to earning people's praise, winning a competition, or getting through an audition. But nothing I do, no matter how good (or how BAD), can earn His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith- and this not of yourselves, it is a gift from God- not by works, so that no one can boast."&lt;/em&gt; ~Ephesians 2:8-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(thanks, Lyndale!)&lt;/em&gt;     :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-7288521407433163989?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7288521407433163989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7288521407433163989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7288521407433163989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7288521407433163989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-big-deal.html' title='What&apos;s the Big Deal?'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7927036941175337325</id><published>2008-11-27T09:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:57:22.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SS7DAat-H-I/AAAAAAAABgI/xcG28ZsWOck/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273366625636982754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SS7DAat-H-I/AAAAAAAABgI/xcG28ZsWOck/s400/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am Thankful...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for family,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for friends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and for friends that are closer than family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for good times, and bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because bad times make you realize how good we really have it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful...&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/32196461-7927036941175337325?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7927036941175337325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7927036941175337325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7927036941175337325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7927036941175337325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SS7DAat-H-I/AAAAAAAABgI/xcG28ZsWOck/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1010880807166499582</id><published>2008-11-15T19:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:50:47.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, No post</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while... Haven't thought of anything to say!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1010880807166499582?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1010880807166499582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1010880807166499582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1010880807166499582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1010880807166499582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time, No post'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-102530322137445835</id><published>2008-10-12T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:35:42.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SPKzdmWoB4I/AAAAAAAABdI/Yb-_bnQVOS0/s1600-h/rita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256461036187813762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SPKzdmWoB4I/AAAAAAAABdI/Yb-_bnQVOS0/s400/rita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had an awesome time of worship on Saturday night!! Rita Springer was in concert over the weekend at Hope Alive Church. It was an amazing time of worship. Rita has an amazing anointing on her, and when she sits at the piano and begins playing, a hush descends over the entire building. It was breath-taking to be in the midst of it all. It's incredible to see someone being obedient to the call that God has placed on her life. Great stuff. God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-102530322137445835?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/102530322137445835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=102530322137445835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/102530322137445835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/102530322137445835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing-worship.html' title='Amazing Worship'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SPKzdmWoB4I/AAAAAAAABdI/Yb-_bnQVOS0/s72-c/rita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-3949677396615497715</id><published>2008-10-04T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:48:07.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOfjuOamaSI/AAAAAAAABcA/qb3rL0LyB7I/s1600-h/tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253417873634126114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOfjuOamaSI/AAAAAAAABcA/qb3rL0LyB7I/s320/tv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about going in with me for a TV fast? October is a PERFECT month to do a TV fast because there's so much halloween JUNK on TV during this month. I am going to try to fast, so if you wanna join me, come on!! I hope to do it this whole month... pray for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-3949677396615497715?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3949677396615497715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=3949677396615497715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3949677396615497715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3949677396615497715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/tv-fast.html' title='TV Fast'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOfjuOamaSI/AAAAAAAABcA/qb3rL0LyB7I/s72-c/tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4999459722970573181</id><published>2008-09-28T16:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:36:28.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SN_4g533zRI/AAAAAAAABbg/SJiNrPBNuzg/s1600-h/vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251188934711954706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="265" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SN_4g533zRI/AAAAAAAABbg/SJiNrPBNuzg/s320/vote.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only ALL the candidates thought like this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have an irrepressible desire to live &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;till I can be assured &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the world is a little better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for my having lived in it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4999459722970573181?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4999459722970573181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4999459722970573181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4999459722970573181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4999459722970573181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-only-all-candidates-thought-like.html' title='Vote...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SN_4g533zRI/AAAAAAAABbg/SJiNrPBNuzg/s72-c/vote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5373410948149518220</id><published>2008-09-25T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:52:13.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Majesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SNxORa_LVQI/AAAAAAAABbY/MC2D5y_aA7w/s1600-h/BlueMountainSkyLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250157326816204034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SNxORa_LVQI/AAAAAAAABbY/MC2D5y_aA7w/s320/BlueMountainSkyLarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Men are never duly touched and impressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with a conviction of their insignificance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until they have contrasted themselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with the majesty of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~John Calvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5373410948149518220?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5373410948149518220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5373410948149518220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5373410948149518220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5373410948149518220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/majesty.html' title='Majesty'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SNxORa_LVQI/AAAAAAAABbY/MC2D5y_aA7w/s72-c/BlueMountainSkyLarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-2688044608164971103</id><published>2008-09-22T20:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:45:29.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAISE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SNhJcbgVOiI/AAAAAAAABaw/3_xzEV312xk/s1600-h/praise2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249026118468844066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SNhJcbgVOiI/AAAAAAAABaw/3_xzEV312xk/s400/praise2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tammy is cancer free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family had a scare this week with some test reports that were suggesting that Tammy might have cancer of the uterus. But praise God, after having a biopsy on Wednesday, Mika called her today and gave her the good news- not a single cell that they tested came back positive. God is Good!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=30&amp;amp;verse=2&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O LORD my God, I called to you for help and you healed me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Psalm 30:2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-2688044608164971103?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2688044608164971103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=2688044608164971103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2688044608164971103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2688044608164971103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/praise.html' title='PRAISE...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SNhJcbgVOiI/AAAAAAAABaw/3_xzEV312xk/s72-c/praise2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4401457682540889591</id><published>2008-09-13T21:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:28:08.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VkR6W3ixYQA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VkR6W3ixYQA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time flies...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4401457682540889591?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4401457682540889591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4401457682540889591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4401457682540889591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4401457682540889591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember-when.html' title='Remember When...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-3507054054840152430</id><published>2008-09-12T14:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:04:16.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMrK8A-rL_I/AAAAAAAABaA/zgVNHcAvYGg/s1600-h/rainbow_elam_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245227848430202866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMrK8A-rL_I/AAAAAAAABaA/zgVNHcAvYGg/s400/rainbow_elam_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The most mysterious aspect of the mystery of sin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is not that the sinner deserves to die, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but rather that the sinner in the average situation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continues to exist&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Hans Küng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-3507054054840152430?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3507054054840152430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=3507054054840152430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3507054054840152430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3507054054840152430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/mysterious-mystery.html' title='Mysterious Mystery'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMrK8A-rL_I/AAAAAAAABaA/zgVNHcAvYGg/s72-c/rainbow_elam_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4044889240477407226</id><published>2008-09-08T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:02:24.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read This.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMXY-7vG4sI/AAAAAAAABZw/hDGQW9y5I1o/s1600-h/holiness+of+God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243835916841575106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMXY-7vG4sI/AAAAAAAABZw/hDGQW9y5I1o/s400/holiness+of+God.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4044889240477407226?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://www.betterworld.com/The-Holiness-of-God-id-0842339655-c-16009871.aspx' title='Read This.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4044889240477407226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4044889240477407226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4044889240477407226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4044889240477407226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/read-this.html' title='Read This.'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMXY-7vG4sI/AAAAAAAABZw/hDGQW9y5I1o/s72-c/holiness+of+God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4940602563824715707</id><published>2008-09-05T11:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:01:37.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coulda been worse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMFleYcC25I/AAAAAAAABY4/Clivp31LtWA/s1600-h/Gustav_029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242583013866527634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMFleYcC25I/AAAAAAAABY4/Clivp31LtWA/s400/Gustav_029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, "Gustav" could have been worse for us... we didn't get torn up too bad and our house is just fine. The only damage was on James' and my thumbs- Blisters from hours of raking up leaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few shots of the Carencro area. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMFk8Y-dhtI/AAAAAAAABYo/EtBbllkg_Ag/s1600-h/Gustav_017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582429895329490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMFk8Y-dhtI/AAAAAAAABYo/EtBbllkg_Ag/s400/Gustav_017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMFk8wX_t6I/AAAAAAAABYw/MeZ16efJyp4/s1600-h/Gustav_022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582436176443298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMFk8wX_t6I/AAAAAAAABYw/MeZ16efJyp4/s400/Gustav_022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it was too cute... Hannah was in the backseat praying and saying "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!" Ahhhh... out of the mouths of babes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242583011995180258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMFleRd4XOI/AAAAAAAABZA/AtZv5UZm6xs/s400/Gustav_023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4940602563824715707?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4940602563824715707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4940602563824715707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4940602563824715707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4940602563824715707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/coulda-been-worse.html' title='Coulda been worse...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SMFleYcC25I/AAAAAAAABY4/Clivp31LtWA/s72-c/Gustav_029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-3492434580796298389</id><published>2008-08-29T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:24:33.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Jetting...</title><content type='html'>Hurricane Gustav is chasing us away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be at my Aunt Doris's house in Dallas. If you need me or James for any reason, we'll have our cell phones on us and hopefully we'll have service. :) Take care and God Bless you as we face Gustav!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-3492434580796298389?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3492434580796298389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=3492434580796298389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3492434580796298389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3492434580796298389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-jetting.html' title='We&apos;re Jetting...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1565685180728346067</id><published>2008-08-27T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:48:18.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"To sing once is to pray twice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Augustine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1565685180728346067?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1565685180728346067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1565685180728346067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1565685180728346067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1565685180728346067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-sing-once-is-to-pray-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-3614118693850522227</id><published>2008-08-21T16:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:11:27.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grade school...still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SK3Zfw1SNgI/AAAAAAAABXk/1lQCOEVjurY/s1600-h/School_University.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237081081409320450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SK3Zfw1SNgI/AAAAAAAABXk/1lQCOEVjurY/s200/School_University.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "God will not permit you to go on to maturity and bypass any grade. You don't skip grades in the kingdom. "This is first grade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You might say, "What if I don't like it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God says, "Then you spend a lot of time here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Joseph L. Garlington&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/32196461-3614118693850522227?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3614118693850522227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=3614118693850522227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3614118693850522227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3614118693850522227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/grade-schoolstill.html' title='grade school...still...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SK3Zfw1SNgI/AAAAAAAABXk/1lQCOEVjurY/s72-c/School_University.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5072941625815398860</id><published>2008-08-17T08:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:18:04.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SKgk4rVd10I/AAAAAAAABXc/xvL6POZtk6c/s1600-h/Sunflower4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235475122942236482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SKgk4rVd10I/AAAAAAAABXc/xvL6POZtk6c/s320/Sunflower4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Mother Theresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5072941625815398860?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5072941625815398860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5072941625815398860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5072941625815398860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5072941625815398860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/imprint.html' title='Imprint'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SKgk4rVd10I/AAAAAAAABXc/xvL6POZtk6c/s72-c/Sunflower4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-8359299622189654147</id><published>2008-08-15T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:01:33.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation Song - Kari Jobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FObjd5wrgZ8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FObjd5wrgZ8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check this out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-8359299622189654147?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8359299622189654147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=8359299622189654147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8359299622189654147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8359299622189654147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/revelation-song-kari-jobe.html' title='Revelation Song - Kari Jobe'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-9195256202139936357</id><published>2008-08-15T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:25:02.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Illustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IXahByGTHu0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IXahByGTHu0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My church is so cool...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-9195256202139936357?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9195256202139936357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=9195256202139936357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/9195256202139936357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/9195256202139936357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/drum-illustration.html' title='Drum Illustration'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-2307742173051456491</id><published>2008-08-11T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:47:36.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SKDdN9FbzBI/AAAAAAAABXU/iVmd3W5ZbJw/s1600-h/shack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233425998809910290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SKDdN9FbzBI/AAAAAAAABXU/iVmd3W5ZbJw/s320/shack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If there is ONE fiction book you read this year, please consider reading "The Shack" by William P. Young. It is one of the most beautiful books I have read in a long time. And even though it is purely fiction, you will walk away from it with such a sweet, refreshing love for the Lord and sense how wonderful He truly is. It's fiction, but it's completely inspired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-2307742173051456491?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2307742173051456491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=2307742173051456491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2307742173051456491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2307742173051456491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SKDdN9FbzBI/AAAAAAAABXU/iVmd3W5ZbJw/s72-c/shack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5342486375542043492</id><published>2008-08-09T13:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:43:19.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Noise We Make</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SJ3dJZbj0JI/AAAAAAAABWE/OWc6JuMAheg/s1600-h/megaphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232581495589425298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SJ3dJZbj0JI/AAAAAAAABWE/OWc6JuMAheg/s320/megaphone.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"He who establishes his argument by noise and command &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shows that his reason is weak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Michel de Montaigne, influencial writer during the French Renaissance&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/32196461-5342486375542043492?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5342486375542043492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5342486375542043492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5342486375542043492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5342486375542043492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-ya-noisy.html' title='The Noise We Make'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SJ3dJZbj0JI/AAAAAAAABWE/OWc6JuMAheg/s72-c/megaphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-178676194243282797</id><published>2008-08-07T06:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:25:11.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but only empties today of its stength.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Charles H. Spurgeon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-178676194243282797?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/178676194243282797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=178676194243282797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/178676194243282797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/178676194243282797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/worry-anyone.html' title='Worry, Anyone?'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-590652837186038050</id><published>2008-08-06T17:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:26:54.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HUSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are, the more gentle and quiet we become toward the defects of others."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Francois Fénelon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-590652837186038050?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/590652837186038050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=590652837186038050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/590652837186038050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/590652837186038050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/hush.html' title='HUSH!'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-2758441761618555225</id><published>2008-08-04T04:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:26:36.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Our sense of sin is in proportion to our nearness to God."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Bernard of Clairvaux&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-2758441761618555225?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2758441761618555225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=2758441761618555225&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2758441761618555225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2758441761618555225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Closer...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-3310770540068843653</id><published>2008-08-03T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:18:57.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kari Jobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SJY7r_swK1I/AAAAAAAABVM/M7oXt5ScuEM/s1600-h/kari-jobe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230433644256963410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SJY7r_swK1I/AAAAAAAABVM/M7oXt5ScuEM/s400/kari-jobe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SJY7c6MHPaI/AAAAAAAABVE/Jie1xS0GOZw/s1600-h/Kari+Jobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PEOPLE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you love pure, honest vocals, you'll LOVE Kari Jobe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You MUST check her out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm freaking out!!!! :)  :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I knew how to post videos from youtube, I'd post her singing Revelation Song... but here's the link if you want to check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FObjd5wrgZ8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FObjd5wrgZ8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-3310770540068843653?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.karijobe.com/' title='Kari Jobe'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3310770540068843653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=3310770540068843653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3310770540068843653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3310770540068843653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/kari-jobe.html' title='Kari Jobe'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SJY7r_swK1I/AAAAAAAABVM/M7oXt5ScuEM/s72-c/kari-jobe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1508806086037203258</id><published>2008-08-03T16:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:26:14.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Quotes</title><content type='html'>I've been in the mood to read back over the notes that I've taken from books that I have read on my journey through life. And I've found some great quotes that I'd like to post for your reading pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There can only be two basic loves: the love of God unto the forgetfulness of self, of the love of self unto the forgetfulness and denial of God." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Augustine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1508806086037203258?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1508806086037203258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1508806086037203258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1508806086037203258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1508806086037203258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-quotes.html' title='Great Quotes'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-8203384104428533181</id><published>2008-07-29T19:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:17:07.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Trip 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SI-x45FekmI/AAAAAAAABTs/dzVt3Fc4Roc/s1600-h/Beach08_066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228593283355021922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SI-x45FekmI/AAAAAAAABTs/dzVt3Fc4Roc/s400/Beach08_066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We were so blessed this summer to get to spend time together as a family at the beach. James worked out all the details of our trip through the military and we stayed all week for practically nothing (One night the house we had was only $36.00!). Needless to say, it was a much needed and much appreciated vacation. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228593285393418290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SI-x5AreCDI/AAAAAAAABT0/xmwwiNhiEEw/s400/Beach08_086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something so tranquil about the ocean that I just love. Even with a two year old, I still found time to be alone with God and reflect on lots of things He has taught me and shown me over the last few years. It was a good trip to physically rest and get away, and it was an awesome time for our little family too. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228593298296524802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SI-x5wvz0AI/AAAAAAAABUE/p_kJQPv13f8/s400/Beach08_393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228593297691553874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SI-x5ufksFI/AAAAAAAABT8/NJPxUuOcY9A/s400/Beach08_397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But it was an even better trip for me spiritually to have time alone with God and His word on the ocean with my feet in the sand. Gotta love that... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228594289859575026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SI-yzem3PPI/AAAAAAAABUM/u3T1csoYzks/s400/Beach08_365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-8203384104428533181?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8203384104428533181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=8203384104428533181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8203384104428533181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8203384104428533181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach-trip-2008.html' title='Beach Trip 2008'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SI-x45FekmI/AAAAAAAABTs/dzVt3Fc4Roc/s72-c/Beach08_066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-37363741858321096</id><published>2008-07-17T14:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:03:42.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SH-hSDuEUEI/AAAAAAAABSk/lUNN8ypPCRY/s1600-h/JulyDrill_002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224071424381308994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SH-hSDuEUEI/AAAAAAAABSk/lUNN8ypPCRY/s400/JulyDrill_002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This past weekend, James and I went up to Barksdale Air Force Base for James's drill. On Saturday, we attended a retirement ceremony for Senior Master Sergeant Melanie Acosta, who served 33 years in the military. James was asked to be an escort  and to wear his dress blues for the ceremony.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224071432366240114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SH-hShd0sXI/AAAAAAAABSs/x0DrhtcZa1Y/s400/JulyDrill_020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's the first time he's ever worn his dress blues since we've been together, so it was a very special occasion to see him so decked out. What a cutie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-37363741858321096?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/37363741858321096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=37363741858321096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/37363741858321096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/37363741858321096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/dress-blues.html' title='Dress Blues'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SH-hSDuEUEI/AAAAAAAABSk/lUNN8ypPCRY/s72-c/JulyDrill_002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-3118049505047263500</id><published>2008-06-16T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:25:19.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Thought I'd Live to See...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SFcgeIEdxWI/AAAAAAAABPE/Cbzj1shTDwM/s1600-h/gas+june+08_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212670795639014754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SFcgeIEdxWI/AAAAAAAABPE/Cbzj1shTDwM/s400/gas+june+08_001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$4.00 Gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHEESH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-3118049505047263500?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3118049505047263500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=3118049505047263500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3118049505047263500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3118049505047263500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-never-thought-id-live-to-see_16.html' title='I Never Thought I&apos;d Live to See...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SFcgeIEdxWI/AAAAAAAABPE/Cbzj1shTDwM/s72-c/gas+june+08_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-2069405623487075425</id><published>2008-06-15T15:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:15:35.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SFV4I3Hua6I/AAAAAAAABO0/UNURS6Vw6Dg/s1600-h/FathersDay+08_013bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212204237381856162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SFV4I3Hua6I/AAAAAAAABO0/UNURS6Vw6Dg/s400/FathersDay+08_013bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Happy Father's Day, James!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212204248106475378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SFV4JfErH3I/AAAAAAAABO8/fUWadaGX6oc/s400/FathersDay+08_016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an awesome father and a wonderful husband and friend.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the past nine years of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have such an amazing husband!!!&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/32196461-2069405623487075425?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2069405623487075425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=2069405623487075425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2069405623487075425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2069405623487075425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SFV4I3Hua6I/AAAAAAAABO0/UNURS6Vw6Dg/s72-c/FathersDay+08_013bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5201465496670884331</id><published>2008-05-11T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:50:56.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few photos that we took outside of our church this morning after services. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCeh4c25q9I/AAAAAAAABMU/8Iy-iH1nrb8/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+08_000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199302286013737938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCeh4c25q9I/AAAAAAAABMU/8Iy-iH1nrb8/s400/Mother%27s+Day+08_000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three generations of lovely ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCeh4825q-I/AAAAAAAABMc/Tx2u2XIUYjc/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+08_009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199302294603672546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCeh4825q-I/AAAAAAAABMc/Tx2u2XIUYjc/s400/Mother%27s+Day+08_009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture I treasure for always... Hannah with her cancer FREE Nanny!!!!!! AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCeh5M25q_I/AAAAAAAABMk/pYRUKMAA60s/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+08_005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199302298898639858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCeh5M25q_I/AAAAAAAABMk/pYRUKMAA60s/s400/Mother%27s+Day+08_005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCeh5c25rAI/AAAAAAAABMs/EGEeKNrJS2U/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+08_011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199302303193607170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCeh5c25rAI/AAAAAAAABMs/EGEeKNrJS2U/s400/Mother%27s+Day+08_011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful weekend. James totally made up for the year that he didn't buy me a Mother's Day present (and then decided to work on Father's Day... it didn't go well that year). First, he took me to dinner and a movie on Friday night. On Saturday, we visited his family in Franklin and he detailed my car for me. Today we all went out to eat with the family at Carrabba's and he gave me perfume from Victoria's Secret! He's a good one.  I think I'll keep him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll post a few more pics later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5201465496670884331?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5201465496670884331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5201465496670884331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5201465496670884331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5201465496670884331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCeh4c25q9I/AAAAAAAABMU/8Iy-iH1nrb8/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+08_000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4830358168080375059</id><published>2008-05-09T06:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T06:34:21.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Newest Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCQ2ir9XgQI/AAAAAAAABLk/IR50T5sK9ko/s1600-h/shed_000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198339839435964674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCQ2ir9XgQI/AAAAAAAABLk/IR50T5sK9ko/s400/shed_000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's our new addition.... to the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our new shed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCQ2jb9XgRI/AAAAAAAABLs/tPQlfi3SW94/s1600-h/shed_002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198339852320866578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCQ2jb9XgRI/AAAAAAAABLs/tPQlfi3SW94/s400/shed_002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4830358168080375059?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4830358168080375059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4830358168080375059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4830358168080375059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4830358168080375059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our Newest Addition'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SCQ2ir9XgQI/AAAAAAAABLk/IR50T5sK9ko/s72-c/shed_000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1268437145632525429</id><published>2008-04-27T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:18:26.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huggin It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SBUzqP-LNRI/AAAAAAAABK8/h5DhudryHAs/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194114546176570642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SBUzqP-LNRI/AAAAAAAABK8/h5DhudryHAs/s400/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been hugging this since Friday..... stomach virus...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm feeling better today, but of all weekends!! I missed every concert at Festival International, plus I didn't get to go to the crawfish boil at church. I missed everything! :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1268437145632525429?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1268437145632525429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1268437145632525429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1268437145632525429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1268437145632525429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/huggin-it.html' title='Huggin It'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SBUzqP-LNRI/AAAAAAAABK8/h5DhudryHAs/s72-c/toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-6087810496985187447</id><published>2008-03-29T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:35:19.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New "Do"</title><content type='html'>Got a new shorter hairdo... Here's Hannah and I goofing off in the backyard. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R-78KBBr4TI/AAAAAAAABKw/oCVQTU0zeJI/s1600-h/March_009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183357470154416434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R-78KBBr4TI/AAAAAAAABKw/oCVQTU0zeJI/s400/March_009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-6087810496985187447?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6087810496985187447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=6087810496985187447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6087810496985187447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6087810496985187447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-do.html' title='New &quot;Do&quot;'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R-78KBBr4TI/AAAAAAAABKw/oCVQTU0zeJI/s72-c/March_009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5934133549488158232</id><published>2008-03-26T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:39:06.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R-sIQhBr4PI/AAAAAAAABKQ/RtPjrMeAPZ8/s1600-h/flowers08_012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182244876056256754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R-sIQhBr4PI/AAAAAAAABKQ/RtPjrMeAPZ8/s400/flowers08_012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tammy is doing well after her surgery. It's been a long two weeks, but she has handled everything like a real trooper and I have been encouraged by her strength. If I were the one facing all that she has faced, I don't think I would have been as strong. She is in some moderate to severe pain but has managed to get around quite a bit. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had so much support and love through this entire ordeal that it's hard to get down about it. The church family has cooked meals for our family, and all our friends aand family have supported us with prayers, cards, and she's received the most gorgeous bouquets of flowers!! God has shown his face to us through this time and we can now say we know him as "our healer" and "our provider." He is our strong tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Psalm 61:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5934133549488158232?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5934133549488158232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5934133549488158232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5934133549488158232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5934133549488158232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/doing-better.html' title='Doing Better...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R-sIQhBr4PI/AAAAAAAABKQ/RtPjrMeAPZ8/s72-c/flowers08_012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5523433979484615850</id><published>2008-03-17T22:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:26:48.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178913778725132610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R98ypIdJmUI/AAAAAAAABJY/T8jDEtgjFrY/s400/jitcrunch%5B1%5D.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;Cancer has no bias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has no preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R98xoIdJmRI/AAAAAAAABJA/jg9SCx12xec/s1600-h/Thanksgiving07_028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178912662033635602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R98xoIdJmRI/AAAAAAAABJA/jg9SCx12xec/s400/Thanksgiving07_028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It doesn't care if you're young, if you're in love, or if you're happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178917386497661298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R9817IdJmXI/AAAAAAAABJw/9woWAtKEmpo/s400/Christmas2007_186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178917377907726690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R9816odJmWI/AAAAAAAABJo/stIwV3MnA1s/s400/Nana%27s07_007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R98xpYdJmTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ZL_kgunWrxI/s1600-h/Christmas2007_240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ. He died for us so that we may live together with him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;So encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~1 Thessalonians 5: 9-18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Help me, Lord, to give thanks in &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; circumstances... because today I am struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5523433979484615850?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5523433979484615850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5523433979484615850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5523433979484615850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5523433979484615850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R98ypIdJmUI/AAAAAAAABJY/T8jDEtgjFrY/s72-c/jitcrunch%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-3188472306693190026</id><published>2008-02-26T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:49:57.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great CD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R8Td1DirkrI/AAAAAAAABIw/aK5U53rmhvg/s1600-h/51fd2yIxlQL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171502175681745586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R8Td1DirkrI/AAAAAAAABIw/aK5U53rmhvg/s400/51fd2yIxlQL.jpg" 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/32196461-3188472306693190026?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3188472306693190026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=3188472306693190026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3188472306693190026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3188472306693190026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-cd.html' title='Great CD'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R8Td1DirkrI/AAAAAAAABIw/aK5U53rmhvg/s72-c/51fd2yIxlQL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1644899971774318581</id><published>2008-01-08T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:42:46.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Mountain Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R4RBS1VR3uI/AAAAAAAABFc/W6tjmJhRNO0/s1600-h/MtnChalet08_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153315665428471522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R4RBS1VR3uI/AAAAAAAABFc/W6tjmJhRNO0/s400/MtnChalet08_001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;2007 was a very busy year for James. He works so hard for our family and doesn't take time to relax very often. So as a surprise, I booked a cabin in the Ouachita Mountains in Watson, Oklahoma. James and I were able to get away for a few days to a lovely place called Rivers Edge Cottages. Rivers Edge was referred to me by the counselor at Ridge. She said it was lovely and so close to home. It was only a 6 and 1/2 hour drive from Lafayette but it seemed like we were far away into the mountains. It was a really wonderful escape. We had the fire roaring the entire time we were there!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153315669723438834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R4RBTFVR3vI/AAAAAAAABFk/RzP4CkI4Lwk/s400/MtnChalet08_017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For James and me, this was like a second honeymoon. No TVs, no phones, no internet, no distractions or stress from work or life. We were able to really reconnect and relax here. I HIGHLY recommend it to anyone who needs to get away and do some mate-dating with your spouse. It's run by a lovely Christian family who live right on the property. It's very affordable too, which is a plus. And for those of you wondering, NO... we did NOT bring Hannah. Hallelujer! It was our first big vacation away from her. We missed her more than she missed us. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153315678313373442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R4RBTlVR3wI/AAAAAAAABFs/dj9IIglmBVI/s400/MtnChalet08_030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1644899971774318581?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.riversedgecottages.com/' title='Our Mountain Chalet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1644899971774318581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1644899971774318581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1644899971774318581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1644899971774318581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-mountain-chalet.html' title='Our Mountain Chalet'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R4RBS1VR3uI/AAAAAAAABFc/W6tjmJhRNO0/s72-c/MtnChalet08_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-2748947791435100772</id><published>2007-12-08T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:14:41.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a blog boycot that I don't know about?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R1tdQxntb1I/AAAAAAAABEk/Ldx4fKR30cg/s1600-h/computer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141805942352736082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R1tdQxntb1I/AAAAAAAABEk/Ldx4fKR30cg/s400/computer.gif" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to say that no one blogs anymore. Has blogging already become passe?? Please tell me it's not so!! But as I search all my pal's blogs tonight, most of them haven't posted in MONTHS! I'm wondering what has gone wrong with the bloggers of my generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing you guys!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(guess I should get on the phone and actually CALL you.... like we used to do in the olden days before computers and texting... ) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141805950942670690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="308" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R1tdRRntb2I/AAAAAAAABEs/PrpW74QaBxE/s400/phone.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;hehehehehehehehehehee.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-2748947791435100772?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2748947791435100772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=2748947791435100772&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2748947791435100772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2748947791435100772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-there-blog-boycot-that-i-dont-know.html' title='Is there a blog boycot that I don&apos;t know about?!'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R1tdQxntb1I/AAAAAAAABEk/Ldx4fKR30cg/s72-c/computer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7564019005564842397</id><published>2007-11-27T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:21:23.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R0zJta-kctI/AAAAAAAABEE/1kNs6MhXa3o/s1600-h/gold+medal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137703057095946962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R0zJta-kctI/AAAAAAAABEE/1kNs6MhXa3o/s400/gold+medal.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The gym where I work out had an eight week challenge for its members. Anyone who is a member could sign up and compete. So I did. I signed up, and on September 15th, the gym staff took my measurements, weight, and all that fun stuff. On November 15th, we went back into the gym and they re-measured us and re-weighed us. And guess who won?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137702876707320514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R0zJi6-kcsI/AAAAAAAABD8/3Fv-7q0d8vY/s400/caryn.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know! It's SHOCKING. Can you believe? I surely can't believe that I would ever win ANYTHING that has to do with the word FITNESS. I think it's an amazing testimony to what God has done and IS doing through my life. I give him (and so many others) so much of the credit to my accomplishment. Allow me to list a few folks that I'm most thankful to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Paul Landreneau. Dr. L is my GP, and he recommended that I start adding in weight training to my exercise routine after I complained to him about depression and weight gain after having the baby. Three months after his recommendation, I went back to him and was 20lb lighter. Thanks for the great advice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheila Plunkett. Sheila took time with me at the gym and put me on a workout routine that is helping me knock off the pounds, add some muscle, and rev up my metabolism. She's also given me great comfort and advice when I injured my foot. THANKS SHEILA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phyllis Broussard. Phyllis is the P.E. coach at my school. She is the one who told me over a YEAR ago to get on a bike and I would see drastic results in inches lost on my legs. And finally a year later, I believe her. The inches are definitely coming off and I'm so thankful to her for that great advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joy LaHasky. Joy is a fourth grade teacher at my school who had double fasciitis surgery in her feet. She gave me great advice, stretches, and referred me to a great orthopedic foot specialist in town. Thanks, Joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Chris Hebert. He put my foot in a cast and made me aware of the fact that not only did I tear my tendon, but I also fractured the calceneus (heal bone). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family. Without the support of my family, I would still be over 200 lbs. My husband, who always makes me feel beautiful, has been the voice of encouragement. Aunt Linda and my mom have been my biggest cheerleaders. Tammy has been so awesome because she joined the gym with me and has been my workout partner for the past month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my friends, church family, and co-workers who have been so supportive over the last four months. You guys are awesome and I'm blessed beyond words that you are in my life. I have nothing but gratitude in my heart for all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not reached my goal yet, but I can see it in the not-so-distant future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; “Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as you teach and admonish one another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hymns and spiritual songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with gratitude in your hearts to God.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Colossians 3:16" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=31&amp;amp;search=Colossians"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Colossians 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-7564019005564842397?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7564019005564842397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7564019005564842397&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7564019005564842397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7564019005564842397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R0zJta-kctI/AAAAAAAABEE/1kNs6MhXa3o/s72-c/gold+medal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-2280113102149118954</id><published>2007-11-19T18:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:53:32.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conjunctivitis????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R0Ivua-kcpI/AAAAAAAABDk/e5vest7GBck/s1600-h/pink+eye_000b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134718999718032018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R0Ivua-kcpI/AAAAAAAABDk/e5vest7GBck/s400/pink+eye_000b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think I have pink eye, or what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134719004012999330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R0Ivuq-kcqI/AAAAAAAABDs/hSiJ61hfpII/s400/pink+eye_001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NASTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never had this stuff before I had kids.... sheeesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-2280113102149118954?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2280113102149118954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=2280113102149118954&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2280113102149118954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2280113102149118954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/conjunctivitis.html' title='Conjunctivitis????'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/R0Ivua-kcpI/AAAAAAAABDk/e5vest7GBck/s72-c/pink+eye_000b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-8608107896339691727</id><published>2007-10-15T19:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:22:30.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Sports Injury</title><content type='html'>In July, I took up exercising as a serious sport. I have been going to the gym six days a week for three months now. In August, I worked out with my friend Sheila. She was doing wind sprints on the treadmill next to me. Wind sprints!! I was in AWE of what she was doing. She is a machine!! We talked (yes... she could carry on a CONVERSATION doing wind sprints!) and next thing you know, we were on the treadmill over an hour. When I stepped off the machine, my heel felt like I had bruised it. I felt something POP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking with many people, I deduced that I tore the fascia tendon in my right foot. I did the stretches, iced it down nightly, and got off the treadmill and onto a bike. I cycle 15 miles a day, six days a week. I'm down 30lb and I feel really good. I even got a night splint. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121733106820181890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RxQNH-Jf74I/AAAAAAAABAE/lBbRlP6fHO4/s400/foot_000.JPG" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A teacher friend had two surgeries on her feet, cutting the fascia because her fasciitis was so bad. She recommended her doctor to me, and off I went to make the appointment. A month later, I got in to see him. Turns out he's in pretty high demand as the sports medicine doctor for all the U.L. atheletes. He x-rayed my foot, and yeah, I have plantars fasciitis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I ALSO have a stress fracture in the bone. Look what he's making me wear:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121733076755410802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RxQNGOJf73I/AAAAAAAAA_8/zL72VOoOigE/s400/foot_001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This storm-trooper get up is snazzy, eh? I have to wear it for four weeks. It's called an Air Cast, and it comes with a gadget that fills the sides with air to tighten the cast around my foot. I can only take it off to drive and to sleep. I guess tennis is out of the question??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121735026670563218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RxQO3uJf75I/AAAAAAAABAM/SdRgTJHXrC4/s320/foot_002.JPG" border="0" /&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/32196461-8608107896339691727?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8608107896339691727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=8608107896339691727&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8608107896339691727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8608107896339691727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-sports-injury.html' title='My First Sports Injury'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RxQNH-Jf74I/AAAAAAAABAE/lBbRlP6fHO4/s72-c/foot_000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4137274312472883426</id><published>2007-10-10T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:48:40.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Susan!</title><content type='html'>My computer-savvy buddy, Susan, fixed up my blog and now all my contacts are in a nice, neat little row. Thanks, Sus! It's good to know smart and talented folks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4137274312472883426?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4137274312472883426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4137274312472883426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4137274312472883426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4137274312472883426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanks-susan.html' title='Thanks, Susan!'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1937427939119531479</id><published>2007-10-02T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:05:27.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RwL53OJf7xI/AAAAAAAAA_I/QZks6QPdbzs/s1600-h/DSC03579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116926853732364050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RwL53OJf7xI/AAAAAAAAA_I/QZks6QPdbzs/s400/DSC03579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my camera again! Miracle of miracles!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a two month saga in my life, and for anyone out there in cyberspace with an obsessive hobby like photography, you understand my pain. That camera is like a third arm for me. It's an extension of myself, a part of my body, a way I communicate through the lens, and how I express myself. It's a way to capture a moment in time, a memory to last for a lifetime, and when that's ripped from you it's like having part of your arm cut off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... I exaggerate, but you get my point. It's been a long two months. And with a toddler running around doing crazy things, it's fun to get it all on camera to be able to show her in years to come what kind of antics she pulled as a little tike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me say for the record that Best Buy's manager Mark Stelly was AWESOME to me. He is a very young manager, and he heard my sob story and made an executive decision to junk the camera and get me another one just like mine from off the floor. It was BRAND NEW! I couldn't believe it. I am no longer a Best Buy Basher, thanks to Mr. Stelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on a spiritual note, I have to say one thing about the camera that is connected to the Lord. Being without my camera freed up much of my time at night when I would have usually been up late editing my photos and doing postings on my blogs and photo streams. Instead, I have been able to use this free time to get my home squared away, to pay more attention to my husband and to Hannah. But most importantly, my quiet time with God has SOARED these last two months. It's been an amazing adventure and I'm not about to push that time out in order to start doing pictures again. I'll have my camera with me, but now I have my hobby where it should be... after God, Family, and everything else that matters. It's all about priorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Don’t you realize that you become the slave of whatever you choose to obey? You can be a slave to sin, which leads to death, or you can choose to obey God, which leads to righteous living." ~Romans 6:16&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/32196461-1937427939119531479?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1937427939119531479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1937427939119531479&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1937427939119531479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1937427939119531479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-last.html' title='At Last...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RwL53OJf7xI/AAAAAAAAA_I/QZks6QPdbzs/s72-c/DSC03579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4468773020388131978</id><published>2007-09-23T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:55:45.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wutup widat?</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to put in links for all my friends' blogs, but for some unknown and totally bizarre reason, some have spaces between them. Anyone with some blog savviness that can help me eliminate those spaces?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4468773020388131978?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4468773020388131978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4468773020388131978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4468773020388131978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4468773020388131978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/wutup-widat.html' title='wutup widat?'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7406878472233220195</id><published>2007-09-11T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:53:49.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hidden Dangers of MSG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/KKMUYYdjmA0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/KKMUYYdjmA0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People think I'm crazy because I stay away from MSG, aspartame, and other products... but watch this video and perhaps you'll agree that this stuff is poison!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-7406878472233220195?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7406878472233220195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7406878472233220195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7406878472233220195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7406878472233220195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/hidden-dangers-of-msg.html' title='The Hidden Dangers of MSG'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-2401526372057534044</id><published>2007-08-27T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:27:51.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've been tagged by Heather to do this entry, so here we go. I have NO idea what I'm going to type... only I am going to type the first thing that comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random things about myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wished I lived anywhere but Louisiana. I fantasize about living on the West Coast, maybe Oregon... or in Lucca, Italy (lived there in 1995). Or even in the east, like South Carolina- mountains and beaches so close... anywhere but here. Such a shame, this discontentment! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a REALLY overactive imagination. I dream a LOT. I remember a lot of dreams too. Most of them are insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I gave up drinking sodas in July. I am six weeks clean and sober from Diet Coke. It's a miracle. HAHAHA! The Lord has released me from my dt coke demon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I had a roommate who can alphabetize the letters in any sentence. For example, if I said, "Hi, Karen, how are you?" She would say "a e h i k n 0 r u w y" and she would be exactly correct. It's freaky. And she can do instantly without a pen or paper. It's amazing. Another roommate of mine in college could say anything you said to her BACKWARDS. If I said, "Hi, Michelle, how are you?" She'd say "You are how Michelle Hi" in no time flat. It's insane. I'm surrounded by crazy folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; peanut butter. I could live on PB&amp;J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've never seen any horror movies. None of the Freddy movies, none of the Friday the 13th stuff, no Halloween stuff, nothing. My overactive imagination prevents me from watching them. I'd say it was the Holy Spirit protecting my mind. Once when I was in 1oth grade, a group of friends started watching the Exorcist and I got up and called my dad to come get me. I was a sophomore. Do you think I looked cool? Not even. I didn't know the Lord then, but maybe He was protecting my mind even back then. What a great God we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish I was pregnant. Well, I wish I could feel pregnancy again.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The verdict is still out if I want another kid in our house to chase around and fuss at with a naughty stick. HAHAHAHAHHA.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm always reading something. Everyone told me "you'll never have time to read once you have a baby" but I still find time to read. I HAVE to read or else my spiritual life would suffer. That's how I'm learning to keep full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm all done... I'm not sure if this stuff is random, but it's the first thing I could think of! If I had more time I'd think of some much funnier stuff, i'm sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... I got my camera out of the shop today, and it is now even WORSE than when I first put it in the shop!!! I kid you not. It's not getting any light into the lens. They must have royally screwed up the lens when they repaired it, but now I have the joy of sending it off AGAIN and waiting another two weeks for it to be repaired. I need prayers tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS--- another random thing going on in my life right now... Hannah had an allergic reaction to a mosquito bite on her arm and it swelled up to the size of half a golf ball tonight. The dr said it was probably a localized reaction. GREATTTTTTTTT....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-2401526372057534044?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2401526372057534044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=2401526372057534044&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2401526372057534044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2401526372057534044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/eight-random-things-about-me.html' title='Eight Random Things About Me'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1866821979772458977</id><published>2007-08-03T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:34:13.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Restoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RrZ6i9hB97I/AAAAAAAAA9I/iE4dkMRjvp8/s1600-h/luvcross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095394769463539634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RrZ6i9hB97I/AAAAAAAAA9I/iE4dkMRjvp8/s400/luvcross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Restoration is so liberating. It frees the mind of wonder, it frees the soul to soar. It's what the enemy hates, and I can see why. When there is disunity, there is bondage, and the punk would love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to say that I am in the process of reconciliation and restoration, and it is probably the most significant thing that has happened to me in a long time. God promises that as we grow and mature in our faith, we'll be put through the fire (Is. 48:10); satan wants to "sift us as wheat." (Luke 22:31). The sifting process hurts terribly. But He is refining us for HIS glory, and if we are to reflect the image of Christ in our lives, we have to be pure enough to hold a reflection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1866821979772458977?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1866821979772458977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1866821979772458977&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1866821979772458977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1866821979772458977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/restoration.html' title='Restoration'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RrZ6i9hB97I/AAAAAAAAA9I/iE4dkMRjvp8/s72-c/luvcross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-376864369623598750</id><published>2007-07-17T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:25:40.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilderness</title><content type='html'>I haven't felt led to post anything on this blog in a while, and I nearly cancelled it because I thought I am wasting time on the computer. But then I went back and read through my posts and it made me want to continue blogging because it allowed me to see where I was and where I am today. It's very interesting how God moves in your life when you step back and look at the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been in a wilderness lately... where I needed to be alone with my thoughts and with the Lord. He probably diverted my attention away from this blog so that I wouldn't write something that I would regret or that wouldn't honor Him. I'm glad for that. It's been kind of nice just being still and QUIET in the Lord and trying to find HIS perspective on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been heavy these last few months. The feelings won't go away, and now it's becoming something that I can't let go... I obsess over it. I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say that a few things are unclear to me me right now. More than anything, I want to please my Lord and do what He &lt;strong&gt;calls&lt;/strong&gt; me to do. I want to be in the center of His will, and so this summer I have gone back to the basics of my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did was I went back to the church where I asked the Lord into my heart. It was refreshing to be there because it brought back the memories of a Sunday morning in May of 1992 and all the wonderful feelings that I had. It also made James and I appreciate where we now worship. :) Love those hymns... but there's something to be said about our church family and how important those bonds are to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to the Proverbs. If you lack wisdom, this is where you go to gain it. My prayer is by the end of the year, God will lead us where he wants us to be and grant me some wisdom along the way. Thanks for your prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088209039204719986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RpzzKaS6nXI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/7NrVizqM9Ig/s200/shots2007_001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who gives generously to all without finding fault, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it will be given to him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~James 1:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-376864369623598750?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/376864369623598750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=376864369623598750&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/376864369623598750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/376864369623598750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/wilderness.html' title='Wilderness'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RpzzKaS6nXI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/7NrVizqM9Ig/s72-c/shots2007_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-3749823881397529723</id><published>2007-06-12T23:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:36:46.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cure?</title><content type='html'>Anyone have a cure for insomnia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-3749823881397529723?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3749823881397529723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=3749823881397529723&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3749823881397529723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/3749823881397529723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/cure.html' title='Cure?'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-8974500713770100102</id><published>2007-06-06T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:54:34.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Wolves</title><content type='html'>One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(read in the style of Poo Poo Broussard) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whooooo oooooo!!! One of my wolves is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAT FAT!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to put dat one on a diet dat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-8974500713770100102?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8974500713770100102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=8974500713770100102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8974500713770100102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8974500713770100102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-wolves.html' title='Two Wolves'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-6100001640304608321</id><published>2007-05-26T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:04:20.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, our family has a new addition...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A brand new, 2007 Honda Civic ES!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069034882011936594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RljUXkhit1I/AAAAAAAAA3o/fbNqjIQY9jk/s400/Honda+Civic_012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our financial plan was NOT to buy a new car. I was hoping to run my Mitsubishi into the ground. Turns out, I already did. In November my engine started smoking, so we took it into Hampton (truly, the worst dealership in town) and the "mechanics" (for lack of a better word) told me that there wasn't anything wrong with the car. Well, it kept smoking off and on for seven months now. Two weeks ago, I brought the car in to get a quick oil change, and the oil guy told me that I had a bad oil leak and would need to bring it into a mechanic. I brought it into A-1 on Verot and the mechanic there put the car on lifts and brought me to look at it. He told me that the MASSIVE oil leak was the least of my problems. He said that I had blown both gaskets (whatever that is) and the rear main seal was bust. A five doller seal would cost me over two grand to replace because it's a V-6 engine and would have to be dropped along with the transmission to get at the seal. All in all, almost $4000 in work. The car wasn't worth that, and he said that he wouldn't even drive the car home. I was upset because I was really hoping to keep driving that car for at least two more years. I only had five more payments.... Naturally....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then James and I decided that since I've never owned a new car in my life, now was as good a time as any, since Moss Motors had just had their car show and they were totally overstocked. They were giving great deals on new vehicles. So we went there and got fantastic service. Not only did they give us 4% interest, but they also gave us $2,500 for my pile of junk for a trade in!!  I told the saleswoman what I was looking for, and she found it for me.... on the SHOWROOM FLOOR!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved it the second I saw it. It gets 30 miles to the gallon IN TOWN and FORTY on the highway!!!! Yahoooooo!!!! It has an outlet to plug in an iPod, and even the Accords don't have that yet. Not until the 2008 body styles come out. That's why we went with the Civic. It's only three inches smaller than the accord, but gets better gas mileage and was cheaper. It also has a spoiler on it, and the coolest paint color- &lt;em&gt;borrego beige metallic&lt;/em&gt;. Plus this one had been detailed for the showroom. What a bonus. It only had 14 miles on it when we drove it off the floor. OH MY GOODNESS!!! Can you tell I've never owned a new car in my life??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069038438244857714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RljXmkhit3I/AAAAAAAAA34/bMKEYlYpzuA/s400/Honda+Civic_000.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the dash... very hip and cool with two levels!!! And cool blue lighting!! &lt;em&gt;(I was so stuck in the 90s...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069034890601871202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RljUYEhit2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/WdqhLkwUqNs/s400/Honda+Civic_002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And it has a SUN ROOF!!!! I've never had a car with a SUN ROOF!!!! I've had cars with carpet that hung from the roof that we had to tack to keep in place.... but never a sun roof!! I feel like we won the lotto. So blessed. So blessed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069038446834792322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RljXnEhit4I/AAAAAAAAA4A/1BGBAbO575A/s400/Honda+Civic_015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So now we are a Honda family. My sister has one, and now I have one... and we think we've all but convinced Linda to go Honda... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069034873422001986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RljUXEhit0I/AAAAAAAAA3g/Qfj5km94cFI/s400/Honda+Civic_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sure did make a way for us to get a new car. He turned what was a miserable situation into something wonderful. Hooray!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-6100001640304608321?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6100001640304608321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=6100001640304608321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6100001640304608321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6100001640304608321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-new-addition.html' title='Our New Addition'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RljUXkhit1I/AAAAAAAAA3o/fbNqjIQY9jk/s72-c/Honda+Civic_012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5869561834189689204</id><published>2007-05-20T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:53:42.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Killed Kodak Moments</title><content type='html'>I got rid of my photography blog. If you wanna check out my photos, email me and I'll get you the web address. Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5869561834189689204?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5869561834189689204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5869561834189689204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5869561834189689204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5869561834189689204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-killed-kodak-moments.html' title='I Killed Kodak Moments'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4264779966679624968</id><published>2007-05-06T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:02:30.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rj6CCwxEhhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/nSTmajph7UQ/s1600-h/Evan+Dedication_126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061626015173084690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rj6CCwxEhhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/nSTmajph7UQ/s400/Evan+Dedication_126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Train up a child in the way he should go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when he is old, he will not depart from it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Proverbs 22:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061626023763019314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rj6CDQxEhjI/AAAAAAAAAzw/5zaSuCUnXew/s400/Evan+Dedication_026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My best buds, Chalan and Melissa, and our little buddy Evan John Thibodeaux, had a big day today. Today Evan had his baby dedication at church. And man, it was a big time. Bro. Mike blessed them and prayed over the family, and all their friends and family were there to see it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061626019468052002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rj6CDAxEhiI/AAAAAAAAAzo/KbWUpkmJKEQ/s400/Evan+Dedication_018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to go to the Bordlee's and have a real good time. We all ate Mrs. Kathi's great food while Evan slept through the whole thing. Sha baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061631852033640018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rj6HWgxEhlI/AAAAAAAAA0A/SdLlqQ8NS_0/s400/Evan+Dedication_057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the happy family... I think they love him. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061631856328607330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rj6HWwxEhmI/AAAAAAAAA0I/8zwEmzpHIB8/s400/Evan+Dedication_146b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awwwwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061626028057986626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rj6CDgxEhkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/2_th1SgMxwA/s400/Evan+Dedication_063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4264779966679624968?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4264779966679624968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4264779966679624968&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4264779966679624968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4264779966679624968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/evans-big-day.html' title='Evan&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rj6CCwxEhhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/nSTmajph7UQ/s72-c/Evan+Dedication_126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-2566323848567492814</id><published>2007-05-01T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:46:42.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival International, Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjfquwxEhbI/AAAAAAAAAyw/SpUHBTqFCUE/s1600-h/Fest+Intl+_226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059770795459642802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjfquwxEhbI/AAAAAAAAAyw/SpUHBTqFCUE/s400/Fest+Intl+_226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The last group that we heard was called &lt;em&gt;Amazones: Women Drummers of Guinnea. &lt;/em&gt;They were very energetic and fun to watch them as they played their percussion instruments. They were very tight and they made you wanna move to their groove!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059770786869708194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjfquQxEhaI/AAAAAAAAAyo/iqj_lEHWcxY/s400/Fest+Intl+_215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, besides jamming to the beat, I was all into learning about shooting close ups with a zoom lens. When you work with a telephoto lens (mine is a 300 zoom) you really need to work with a tripod or monopod in order to cut down on camera shake. At the festival, I didn't have the convenience of setting up a tripod, so I had to steady my camera on a fence, a stage corner, or just with my hands. Luckily, I got a few that weren't blurry! Go figure!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059770804049577426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjfqvQxEhdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/0AFF5ep0C0E/s400/Fest+Intl+_240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The whole time I was at the festival I kept thinking to myself, I wonder if we'll get to go to huge concerts like this in Heaven. Then it dawned on me, OF COURSE WE WILL!!! We'll hear sounds and see things that we can't even begin to imagine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059770799754610114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjfqvAxEhcI/AAAAAAAAAy4/U6eyQ3uv7nY/s400/Fest+Intl+_236c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know the way to the place where I am going." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~John 14:1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-2566323848567492814?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2566323848567492814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=2566323848567492814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2566323848567492814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2566323848567492814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/festival-international-part-deux.html' title='Festival International, Part Deux'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjfquwxEhbI/AAAAAAAAAyw/SpUHBTqFCUE/s72-c/Fest+Intl+_226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7247527072439017569</id><published>2007-04-30T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:01:45.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival International de Louisiane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rjas8QxEhYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/H4cG33WsASk/s1600-h/Fest+Intl+_193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059421382690243970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rjas8QxEhYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/H4cG33WsASk/s400/Fest+Intl+_193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Festival International de Louisiane&lt;/strong&gt; was held this weekend in downtown Lafayette. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059417646068696322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjapiwxEhQI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nntX_K6kKS0/s400/Fest+Intl+_001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Festival International is one of my favorite events of the year to go to. I have been every year (that I have lived in Louisiana) since the festival began. I love it because it's so culturally diverse, family friendly, and the focus is on the music (and good food!). On Saturday, we saw &lt;em&gt;The Imagination Movers, Son de Madera&lt;/em&gt; from Mexico, and the &lt;em&gt;Chris Hare quartet&lt;/em&gt;. Saturday evening we saw &lt;em&gt;Eddie Bo, Group Fantasma&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Beausoleil&lt;/em&gt; with Michael Doucet. Sunday we saw &lt;em&gt;Frigg&lt;/em&gt;- a fiddle group from Finland, &lt;em&gt;Sola&lt;/em&gt;s from Ireland, and&lt;em&gt; The Lovell Sisters,&lt;/em&gt; my personal favorite-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059419437070058802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjarLAxEhTI/AAAAAAAAAxw/IVn802RHhf0/s400/Fest+Intl+_181i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059419445659993410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjarLgxEhUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/JrRQ0EKBUJA/s400/Fest+Intl+_181f.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was a great festival weekend and there were ample photo opps everywhere you turned. Naturally, I had to get some time behind the camera, so I am posting a few of my favorites from the weekend. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059417654658630930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjapjQxEhRI/AAAAAAAAAxg/_XcOSTxo6WU/s400/Fest+Intl+_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drums for sale in the street market:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059420497926980962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjasIwxEhWI/AAAAAAAAAyI/IGWTU8wjOH8/s400/Fest+Intl+_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A street performer:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059419449954960722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjarLwxEhVI/AAAAAAAAAyA/CC6suvawW5s/s400/Fest+Intl+_176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059417663248565538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RjapjwxEhSI/AAAAAAAAAxo/LqrghJ1FOmI/s400/Fest+Intl+_105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059421391280178578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rjas8wxEhZI/AAAAAAAAAyg/BoX8sZN8q0I/s400/Fest+Intl+_111.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have another group of shots that I'll post tomorrow... check back later! To see &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; my shots from the festival (good, bad, and not so great), you can go to the following link: &lt;a href="http://caryn.myphotoalbum.com/albums.php"&gt;http://caryn.myphotoalbum.com/albums.php&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-7247527072439017569?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7247527072439017569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7247527072439017569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7247527072439017569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7247527072439017569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/festival-international-de-louisiane.html' title='Festival International de Louisiane'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rjas8QxEhYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/H4cG33WsASk/s72-c/Fest+Intl+_193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-6991717136001150975</id><published>2007-04-22T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:42:22.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day and Becky Haaland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Riwbwo_6AlI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qkgVcOBZMBo/s1600-h/Haaland+Wedding+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056447004083356242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Riwbwo_6AlI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qkgVcOBZMBo/s400/Haaland+Wedding+136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I was blessed and honored to do a wedding shoot with my sister Tammy this weekend for Becky Ardoin and Day Haaland. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056445719888134674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Riwal4_6AhI/AAAAAAAAAwI/JcBdxM6yWK8/s400/Haaland+Wedding+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was a lovely wedding, beautifully done by a judge who goes to East Bayou. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056444014786118130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiwZCo_6AfI/AAAAAAAAAv4/z52RqG0rLhY/s400/Haaland+Wedding+169.JPG" border="0" /&gt; They did this interesting salt ceremony at the end and the judge explained how important salt was in biblical times and it signified two families coming together under one covenant marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiwamI_6AiI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/m3g7ai4ga6E/s1600-h/Haaland+Wedding+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056445724183101986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiwamI_6AiI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/m3g7ai4ga6E/s400/Haaland+Wedding+129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had this great barn on the side of the home where the wedding was being held, so we had to get some shots out by it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056444010491150818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiwZCY_6AeI/AAAAAAAAAvw/A8Ib21xUld0/s400/Haaland+Wedding+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056444006196183506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiwZCI_6AdI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Jdo63-F_mc4/s400/Haaland+Wedding+043-b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The wedding was intimate and very well planned. They didn't leave out a single detail. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056444019081085442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiwZC4_6AgI/AAAAAAAAAwA/C6kAFUR6lWQ/s400/Haaland+Wedding+133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things..."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Phil. 4:8&lt;/em&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/32196461-6991717136001150975?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6991717136001150975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=6991717136001150975&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6991717136001150975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6991717136001150975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-and-becky-haaland.html' title='Day and Becky Haaland'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Riwbwo_6AlI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qkgVcOBZMBo/s72-c/Haaland+Wedding+136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-6888294911518868334</id><published>2007-04-16T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:40:06.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiQqVXckECI/AAAAAAAAAuo/g3yMz_A2MF0/s1600-h/Maggie+King_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054211228375978018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiQqVXckECI/AAAAAAAAAuo/g3yMz_A2MF0/s400/Maggie+King_018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maggie Claire King!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 pounds, 4 ounces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthday: Saturday, April 14, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was so honored to do a photo shoot of baby Maggie at the hospital for Mika and Phillip. The proud parents were so elated with their little bundle of joy, and you can see by the pictures how in love they already are with Maggie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054210618490621970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiQpx3ckEBI/AAAAAAAAAug/jplMcHzElr4/s400/Maggie+King_123.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've never seen Mika look more beautiful than when she was kissing on her little love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054209896936116194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiQpH3ckD-I/AAAAAAAAAuI/9kHpC_6emFs/s400/Maggie+King_067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiQpIHckD_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/BZ35XP_nX9o/s1600-h/Maggie+King_069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054209901231083506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiQpIHckD_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/BZ35XP_nX9o/s400/Maggie+King_069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gotta love those little baby toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054210614195654658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiQpxnckEAI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3vkiZW18mK4/s400/Maggie+King_053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before you were born I set you apart; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I appointed you a profit to the nations."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Jeremiah 1:5&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/32196461-6888294911518868334?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6888294911518868334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=6888294911518868334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6888294911518868334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6888294911518868334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RiQqVXckECI/AAAAAAAAAuo/g3yMz_A2MF0/s72-c/Maggie+King_018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-6418177902509144021</id><published>2007-04-12T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:51:50.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Butler Greenwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rh4pVHckD5I/AAAAAAAAAtg/CdH81iSerpU/s1600-h/St.Francisville_053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052521274709118866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rh4pVHckD5I/AAAAAAAAAtg/CdH81iSerpU/s400/St.Francisville_053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James and I decided to get away for a couple days, so we took a trip to St. Francisville and stayed at Butler Greenwood Bed and Breakfast. When we got there, well... to be honest, there is NOTHING to do. You can tour different antibellum homes if you like that, but that wasn't on my top ten list if you know what I mean. So we decided to drive to their 'historic district' where we had been told were many stores, cafes, and little cute nooks to hang out. There were a couple of stores, but that's it. So we went back to our bed and breakfast and I was determined to figure out a way to leave early. I had already teared up at the thought of leaving my baby for the first time, and so it was no problem for me to pack it all up and go home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realized why people like it here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052522979811135426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rh4q4XckD8I/AAAAAAAAAt4/JxWq2TL3M1M/s400/St.Francisville_014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing to do ON PURPOSE. I am so used to go-go-going, that I didn't know how to slow down and just enjoy James' company alone. So I determined to enjoy the fact that we weren't doing anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our little cabin... the Dovecoat. It is a three story windmill that is nestled inside the trees. It had a nicely decorated bedroom and the cutest kitchen decorated in sunflowers. Very bright and happy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052521279004086178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rh4pVXckD6I/AAAAAAAAAto/2fILVNw0otY/s400/St.Francisville_080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ended up being a really wonderful, romantic weekend! Who knew?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052521287594020786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rh4pV3ckD7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/3P-_sSU8rtg/s400/St.Francisville_150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-6418177902509144021?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.butlergreenwood.com/cottages.html' title='Butler Greenwood'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6418177902509144021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=6418177902509144021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6418177902509144021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6418177902509144021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/butler-greenwood.html' title='Butler Greenwood'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rh4pVHckD5I/AAAAAAAAAtg/CdH81iSerpU/s72-c/St.Francisville_053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-2072682030418539963</id><published>2007-04-06T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:40:20.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Covenant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rhb2OwPG3AI/AAAAAAAAAsg/4Ifrq2BUDVI/s1600-h/15+months_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050494765469457410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rhb2OwPG3AI/AAAAAAAAAsg/4Ifrq2BUDVI/s400/15+months_150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have set my rainbow in the clouds, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Genesis 9:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-2072682030418539963?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2072682030418539963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=2072682030418539963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2072682030418539963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2072682030418539963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/covenant.html' title='The Covenant'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rhb2OwPG3AI/AAAAAAAAAsg/4Ifrq2BUDVI/s72-c/15+months_150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5186860302542277592</id><published>2007-03-28T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:17:19.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaining skills...</title><content type='html'>I've been blessed to do several photo shoots lately- a few with some teacher friends of mine and some of my neighbors. They are letting me gain some photographing skills on their kids and they get the bonus of a free photo shoot. Here are a few of the cutie pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are the Shoemaker Twins... Jacob and Nicholas. 18 months old. I think Nicholas was the sweet one and had the bruise on his forehead. Jacob was the fussy one. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047159027940206706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RgscZRlIKHI/AAAAAAAAAqg/RD6Jbgo9w4M/s400/Shoemaker+Boys_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047160445279414402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RgsdrxlIKII/AAAAAAAAAqo/tGzEVSN_fDA/s400/Shoemaker+Boys_048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047160449574381714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RgsdsBlIKJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/aZdacUrT6DQ/s400/Shoemaker+Boys_050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047160453869349026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RgsdsRlIKKI/AAAAAAAAAq4/XZbq6iWp-lA/s400/Shoemaker+Boys_056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047160462459283634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RgsdsxlIKLI/AAAAAAAAArA/GkgaYbMMzAk/s400/Shoemaker+Boys_088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their big brother, John Michael, who would have prefered being at the monster truck show than at the park doing a photo shoot. But he's still cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047162597058029810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RgsfpBlIKPI/AAAAAAAAArg/XjYIvdIAuys/s400/Shoemaker+Boys_025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of my friend Susan's little angel, Emily, who just came to town last weekend for a visit from Houston.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047159015055304786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RgscYhlIKFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/VcE3mBwJLBY/s400/15+months_034a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a candid of Miss Anden Grace. She's a cutie patootie.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047159019350272098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RgscYxlIKGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/lOW3j3ksyIc/s400/Isabelle%27s+Party_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my friend Peezie's little baby, Isabelle. She turned one this month. And by far, my best subject. She just sat calmly for every picture! Such a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047161798194112706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rgse6hlIKMI/AAAAAAAAArI/qtkljA7uTXo/s400/Isabelle+1yr_153.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Children are a gift from the Lord; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are a reward from him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 127:3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5186860302542277592?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5186860302542277592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5186860302542277592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5186860302542277592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5186860302542277592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/gaining-skills.html' title='Gaining skills...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RgscZRlIKHI/AAAAAAAAAqg/RD6Jbgo9w4M/s72-c/Shoemaker+Boys_011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7906027020111387440</id><published>2007-03-19T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:10:03.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driven by Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rf8uDcCxqfI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DyAZEQW7vgE/s1600-h/78662_1_ftc_dp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043800744280566258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rf8uDcCxqfI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DyAZEQW7vgE/s400/78662_1_ftc_dp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got through reading a fabulous book about eternity. Actually, when I think about it, the book was more about how we should be living NOW while we are here on earth and how we should be making plans for how we are going to spend eternity. The book is called "Driven by Eternity" by John Bevere. It was a powerful book that gets to the point of what &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be our focus until we see Jesus. He stresses how important the Word of God is, and how as Christians, we must be in the Word more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Remember, we already know what will be the standard at judgment, 'the word that I have spoken will judge him in the last day.' "&lt;/em&gt; (John 12:48)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a great book. John Bevere gets a lot of flack from differing sides of the Christian community. He gets a lot of grief from people who are members of or pastors of certain types of churches because he basically slams the entire idea and says that these churches are not growing folks that will gain eternity. He gets harsh criticism for that. If you can past his personal convictions about the church, I think that there is so much to gain from this book. In it, he uses a parable to teach us a lesson on what the judgment seat of Christ is going to be like. He doesn't gloss over it to make it sound nice AT ALL. He's harsh and states that if we don't get it together here, we could miss it. He doesn't believe in "once saved always saved" because so many people think they are riding that train and really they don't have a ticket or even clue ONE about what being a follower of Christ is really about. He believes in a true, radical conversion &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;then living out your life surrendered to the will of God. Then and only then does he believe you are able to be heavenbound. The thing I walked away with after reading it is how I long to be in Heaven and hear Him say "well done." It made me want to live a HOLY life, and it made me want to be in the Word so much more than I have been. To me, any book that can instill that is a keeper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-7906027020111387440?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=78662&amp;event=CFN#curr' title='Driven by Eternity'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7906027020111387440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7906027020111387440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7906027020111387440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7906027020111387440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/driven-by-eternity.html' title='Driven by Eternity'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rf8uDcCxqfI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DyAZEQW7vgE/s72-c/78662_1_ftc_dp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7145081547546695786</id><published>2007-03-03T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:52:36.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>when the moon hits your eye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo_h9ZUmZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Nx9C5PJJXQE/s1600-h/moon_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037908985816324498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo_h9ZUmZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Nx9C5PJJXQE/s400/moon_001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first total lunar eclipse in three years happened tonight, and I was outside with the 300 zoom to try to capture it. Lunar eclipses occur when Earth passes between the sun and the moon, an uncommon event because the moon spends most of its time either above or below the plane of Earth’s orbit. Naturally, I was wishing that I had a telephoto lens right about now, but I'll have to settle for the 300 for now. By the time North America could see the eclipse, it had already happened. We caught the back end of it. Here is the eclipse from our part of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9WNZUmRI/AAAAAAAAAkY/V0Qn-u30_aQ/s1600-h/moon_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037906584929605906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9WNZUmRI/AAAAAAAAAkY/V0Qn-u30_aQ/s400/moon_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9WtZUmSI/AAAAAAAAAkg/r72PqTLKIPI/s1600-h/moon_008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037906593519540514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9WtZUmSI/AAAAAAAAAkg/r72PqTLKIPI/s400/moon_008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9W9ZUmTI/AAAAAAAAAko/4VEzdzN9p6k/s1600-h/moon_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037906597814507826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9W9ZUmTI/AAAAAAAAAko/4VEzdzN9p6k/s400/moon_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9x9ZUmUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/doDv3zEfIgQ/s1600-h/moon_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037907061670975810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9x9ZUmUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/doDv3zEfIgQ/s400/moon_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9ydZUmVI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-Po6vI0tk9A/s1600-h/moon_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037907070260910418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9ydZUmVI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-Po6vI0tk9A/s400/moon_018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037908229902080370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo-19ZUmXI/AAAAAAAAAlI/9iFo8GV4p3c/s400/moon_024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9ytZUmWI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jSplaORGBu0/s1600-h/moon_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037907074555877730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo9ytZUmWI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jSplaORGBu0/s400/moon_020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What I found most interesting about tonight's total lunar eclipse (besides the fact that it was happening) is the fact that so few people knew about it. I was the only one out on my block with my camera stalking down the moon like I was a paparazzi. My neighbors waved at me from inside their house... surely they must think I'm a mental case walking around at night with my camera. But it made me think how God is working and moving and doing things in our midst that we don't even notice. He worked on this magnificent heavenly display and so few even saw it. We are too busy. We are busy toiling away like little ants. But HE is still there, in all His power and might, just waiting for us to see Him and seek Him.  Makes me want to slow down and see what He's up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How awesome is the LORD Most High, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;great &lt;/strong&gt;King over all the earth!" ~ Psalm 47:2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-7145081547546695786?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7145081547546695786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7145081547546695786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7145081547546695786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7145081547546695786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-moon-hits-your-eye.html' title='when the moon hits your eye...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Reo_h9ZUmZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Nx9C5PJJXQE/s72-c/moon_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1173981306883611854</id><published>2007-02-23T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:24:39.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>photo shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rd-vi2Gy8CI/AAAAAAAAAiI/f4Xg8UFWtmk/s1600-h/Queen%27s+Luncheon_127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034935921597935650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rd-vi2Gy8CI/AAAAAAAAAiI/f4Xg8UFWtmk/s400/Queen%27s+Luncheon_127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, I was invited to go to Rip Van Winkle Gardens for a luncheon, and while I was there, I decided to take advantage of the gorgeous surroundings and do some shooting. As it turns out, I had a very willing subject who was a great sport and let me play with lighting and different settings, so we got a few good shots. First time working with someone who can talk! Usually I'm honing my craft on flowers or on my baby girl... so this shoot was extra fun.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034935483511271426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rd-vJWGy8AI/AAAAAAAAAh4/nhy3P2kcmE0/s400/Queen%27s+Luncheon_120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034935913008001042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rd-viWGy8BI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-MdZWde2E2g/s400/Queen%27s+Luncheon_119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034935474921336818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rd-vI2Gy7_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/8Q6bvMa0u-k/s400/Queen%27s+Luncheon_115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanks, Cass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1173981306883611854?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1173981306883611854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1173981306883611854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1173981306883611854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1173981306883611854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/photo-shoot.html' title='photo shoot'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rd-vi2Gy8CI/AAAAAAAAAiI/f4Xg8UFWtmk/s72-c/Queen%27s+Luncheon_127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7380154762072608013</id><published>2007-02-10T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:34:19.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa's Baby Shower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rc4B7Og2_xI/AAAAAAAAAc4/p2DgYRa5FvI/s1600-h/Melissa%27s+Shower_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029959950839250706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rc4B7Og2_xI/AAAAAAAAAc4/p2DgYRa5FvI/s400/Melissa%27s+Shower_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a lovely baby shower for Melissa and Chalan a few weekends ago at Cindy's house. It was a really nice shower and she got a lot of nice things for Mr. Evan John Thibodeaux! Here are a few shots from the day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029960728228331330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rc4Coeg2_0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/A9aDkUIVK2E/s400/Melissa%27s+Shower_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Getting a corsage with little blue and white booties on it from Karen.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029959955134218018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rc4B7eg2_yI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hdZOw71nwRY/s400/Melissa%27s+Shower_075.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Melissa with her sister and mom. They can't wait for Evan to get here!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029960736818265938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rc4Co-g2_1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Cw8paYX90rA/s400/Melissa%27s+Shower_234.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opening a few gifts...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029961462667738994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rc4DTOg2_3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/PydT8-f1g3I/s400/Melissa%27s+Shower_113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029960741113233250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rc4CpOg2_2I/AAAAAAAAAdg/-_fio1gFAuA/s400/Melissa%27s+Shower_153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All the hostesses... Back row: Mona, Trisha, Tammy, Hannah, Lindy, Karen, Jean, and Deana. Middle row: Heather, Brandie, Melissa's sister Jessica, Julie, Linda, Mika, Caryn. Front: Cindy, Melissa, Melissa's mom, Kathi. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029959963724152626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rc4B7-g2_zI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8beqgBP5XnA/s400/Melissa%27s+Shower_218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-7380154762072608013?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7380154762072608013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7380154762072608013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7380154762072608013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7380154762072608013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/melissas-baby-shower.html' title='Melissa&apos;s Baby Shower!'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rc4B7Og2_xI/AAAAAAAAAc4/p2DgYRa5FvI/s72-c/Melissa%27s+Shower_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4402787651114202811</id><published>2007-02-06T06:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:17:34.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Superbowl Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rchx6V6mxgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/sVLTu3ZMy7A/s1600-h/2007shots_000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028394231088465410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rchx6V6mxgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/sVLTu3ZMy7A/s400/2007shots_000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what God was doing while the rest of us were inside watching Superbowl XLI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isn't it beautiful?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028394243973367314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rchx7F6mxhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LU2d7XkiZqQ/s400/2007shots_002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These pictures were not edited at all. These are the real colors that the Lord used to paint the sky as the sun set on Sunday. I didn't saturate these photos or touch them up even the slightest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028394248268334626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rchx7V6mxiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gJbd0WxfrVE/s400/2007shots_003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amazing, isn't it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4402787651114202811?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4402787651114202811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4402787651114202811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4402787651114202811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4402787651114202811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/gods-superbowl-sunset.html' title='God&apos;s Superbowl Sunset'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/Rchx6V6mxgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/sVLTu3ZMy7A/s72-c/2007shots_000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1670045273115422502</id><published>2007-01-18T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T06:06:53.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"...with what you have left..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A friend of mine sent me this story about the famous violinist, Itzhak Perlman. Read on and enjoy the profound message in this story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, gave a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City. If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an unforgettable sight. He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair. Then he sits down, slowly, puts his crutches on the floor, undoes the clasps on his legs, tucks one foot back and extends the other foot forward. Then he bends down and picks up the violin, puts it under his chin, nods to the conductor and proceeds to play. By now, the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly while he makes his way across the stage to his chair. They remain reverently silent while he undoes the clasps on his legs. They wait until he is ready to play. But this time, something went wrong. Just as he finished the first few bars, one of the strings on his violin broke. You could hear it snap -it went off like gunfire across the room. There was no mistaking what that sound meant. There was no mistaking what he had to do. People who were there that night figured he would have to get up, put on the clasps again, pick up the crutches and limp his way off stage - to either find another violin or else find another string for this one. But he didn't. Instead, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and then signaled the conductor to begin again. The orchestra began, and he played from where he had left off. And he played with such passion and such power and such purity as they had never heard before. Of course, anyone knows that it is impossible to play a symphonic work with just three strings. I know that, and you know that, but that night Itzhak Perlman refused to know that. You could see him modulating, changing, recomposing the piece in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was de-tuning the strings to get new sounds from them that they had never made before. When he finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And then people rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst of applause from every corner of the auditorium. We were all on our feet, screaming and cheering, doing everything we could to show how much we appreciated what he had done. He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to quiet us, and then he said, not boastfully, but in a quiet, pensive, reverent tone, "You know, sometimes it is the artist's task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Jack Riemer, Houston Chronicle&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/32196461-1670045273115422502?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1670045273115422502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1670045273115422502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1670045273115422502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1670045273115422502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/with-what-you-have-left.html' title='&quot;...with what you have left...&quot;'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-538085379220516200</id><published>2007-01-11T19:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T19:22:53.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The South ain't never seen THIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RabipiZcrbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_opnU2uIidI/s1600-h/holidays06+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018948037987052978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RabipiZcrbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_opnU2uIidI/s400/holidays06+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pics were taken at our friend Matt's house in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Santa Fe was hit real hard and got twice as much snow as Loretta did in Rio Rancho. Talk about a REAL winter wonderland.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018946783856602466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RabhgiZcrWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/EqyPevhA_kw/s400/holidays06+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone wanna go shoot some hoops in THIS weather??!! Or how about taking the car out for a spin??!! It's buried!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018946788151569778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RabhgyZcrXI/AAAAAAAAATE/Grvs0A-_5Yw/s400/holidays06+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it a grill or a polar bear?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018947445281566114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RabiHCZcraI/AAAAAAAAAT0/V7QI8jMhQPg/s400/holidays06+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Brrrrrrrrrrr......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018947440986598802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RabiGyZcrZI/AAAAAAAAATs/Uv9nbYA9qG4/s400/holidays06+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am never complaining about being cold again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-538085379220516200?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/538085379220516200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=538085379220516200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/538085379220516200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/538085379220516200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/south-aint-never-seen-this.html' title='The South ain&apos;t never seen THIS!'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RabipiZcrbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_opnU2uIidI/s72-c/holidays06+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-8493882794820030631</id><published>2007-01-07T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:59:17.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Quote</title><content type='html'>A friend, Juanita, sent me an email tonight, and at the bottom of it, it had this quote. I've heard a few pastors say this before too, but I just loved it so I thought I'd put it up for you to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car."&lt;/em&gt; ~Annonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-8493882794820030631?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8493882794820030631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=8493882794820030631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8493882794820030631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8493882794820030631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-quote.html' title='Great Quote'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7754002886639371546</id><published>2006-12-30T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:42:44.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RZZvTnt_OwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YAUNixZajac/s1600-h/j0309664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014317617993693954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RZZvTnt_OwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YAUNixZajac/s400/j0309664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; This year, my hope is that 2007 brings you much happiness, peace, hope, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe that another year has gone by already. 2006 was a wonderful year. Sharing in one of God's richest blessings- a newborn child, watching all the "firsts" in Hannah's life, and getting to see my family bond with her has been amazing. Our family has seen a lot of death, illness, and sadness in recent years. But 2006 had so much more joy in it because God blessed us with Hannah. It was time for our family to have some LIFE again! God has caused our family to have a season where we have been "showered with blessings" (Ezekiel 34:26). And I think it honors God to be in love with our family. He has given us all that we have, so to Him be all glory!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so blessed because I have the Lord in my life, a husband who is wonderful to me and is an AMAZING "hands on" dad, a family that is truly sent from God, and good friends who are more like family than acquaintances. I praise God for these few close friends and for bringing our small family so much closer than in years past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2007 will be a different year for the Bodin's. For one, I will not be a leader at a church for the first time in nearly four years. My title goes from 'vocal director' to simply 'wife' and 'mom.' This will take some adjustment, but praise God, He was in the midst of these changes and I know that He will lead me through with humility, dignity, and integrity. Sometimes when we are stripped of our earthly titles, God is more able to work in our hearts. That is our prayer for the new year. I am also looking for another teaching position, somewhere closer to the Broussard area. So by next fall, I might be teaching at a new school! That would be amazing. James is also currently looking for another job, even though he enjoys what he is currently doing. We are praying that God leads us BOTH to the right places this year. We are also trying for "Baby Bodin #2," so if God blesses us, this time next year we'll have another little one to shower with love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praying that you and yours have a wonderful 2007.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014317617993693970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RZZvTnt_OxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qWrvhANUo_o/s400/j0227558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you... I will put my spirit within you." ~Ezekiel 36:26-27&lt;em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-7754002886639371546?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7754002886639371546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7754002886639371546&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7754002886639371546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7754002886639371546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RZZvTnt_OwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YAUNixZajac/s72-c/j0309664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4104579065763318529</id><published>2006-12-21T06:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:34:52.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a REAL Christmas looks like!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My Aunt Loretta lives in Rio Rancho, New Mexico, a suburb of Albuquerque. And they got a white Christmas!!! Here are the awesome pictures that my aunt took of her home in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp65Xt_OYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RxTwx6k2Bl4/s1600-h/IMG_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010952661441132930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp65Xt_OYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RxTwx6k2Bl4/s400/IMG_0706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is right in front of her house in Rio Rancho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp653t_OZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VRACNYtbNVo/s1600-h/IMG_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010952670031067538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp653t_OZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VRACNYtbNVo/s400/IMG_0717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!!!! Real Christmas trees!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp66nt_OaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_ErlGyDBzbE/s1600-h/IMG_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010952682915969442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp66nt_OaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_ErlGyDBzbE/s400/IMG_0719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loretta having some fun in the winter wonderland. Wonder if she misses the 80 degree winters, fog, and bad hair days of Louisiana?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp67Xt_ObI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RKDx_TwV15U/s1600-h/IMG_0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010952695800871346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp67Xt_ObI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RKDx_TwV15U/s400/IMG_0723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Matt and David Martinez (Loretta's nephews) and their families all went up into the mountains to cut down their own tree. What MEN!! All we get to do is go down to the local tree farmer's parking lot and pick one out from the side of the road... We live in the wrong state!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Cindy, and their family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp8gXt_OcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ErMaq5UwLAs/s1600-h/xmas06+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp8gXt_OcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ErMaq5UwLAs/s400/xmas06+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010954430967658946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, Robin, and their kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp8hHt_OdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WYKorFXycNQ/s1600-h/xmas06+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp8hHt_OdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WYKorFXycNQ/s400/xmas06+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010954443852560850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christmas time is here..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4104579065763318529?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4104579065763318529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4104579065763318529&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4104579065763318529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4104579065763318529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-real-christmas-looks-like.html' title='What a REAL Christmas looks like!'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYp65Xt_OYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RxTwx6k2Bl4/s72-c/IMG_0706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-329244343727159627</id><published>2006-12-20T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:53:13.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010805786444511506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYn1UHt_ORI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LkXulnZr6qk/s200/Christmas+Play+2006_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ever had "one of those days..." ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one today.&lt;br /&gt;Today the fifth grade chorus class performed a christmas musical for the school. The chorus kids have been working on this music since late October. They memorized six songs, five pages of dialogue, auditioned for speaking roles, gave up recess to learn the stage blocking and choreography, they designed, built, and decorated the sets and staging for the entire play and they worked for nearly two months on building this show from the ground up. I even had one of the fifth graders choreograph an entire dance for a group of dancers. It was no small task, and the clincher is that they had no outside help. We had no parents help us with the sets, no teachers helped us with this show. They didn't have to help. The kids did everything. And I love it that way. It doesn't put anyone out, and it gives the kids an outlet for creativity and it gives them owneship in the show. It's a great process, and considering the obstacles we had to overcome to get this show ready (including getting run out of the cafeteria for teachers to prepare for a christmas party as well as a fire drill in the middle of dress rehearsal...), I was so proud of them for how good it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010805795034446114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYn1Unt_OSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mLXrjrRl8FU/s200/Christmas+Play+2006_013.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;Well, we get this show rolling today for the K-2nd graders. And in the middle of the performance, a six year old says, "Oh no, not them again..." and he was referring to the chorus students who were getting back on stage to sing. My heart broke for these kids. And NATURALLY, the little loud mouth was loud enough for a bunch of people to hear. If you could have looked into the eyes of my fifth graders and seen the defeat on their faces, it would have killed you. It nearly ripped my heart out. Personally, I was ripped apart. I thought to myself, &lt;em&gt;why in the WORLD did we work for TWO MONTHS of our lives to put this show on for an ungrateful audience&lt;/em&gt;? I had a few co-workers talking in the hall today about how they were upset that music was cancelled... it goes on and on. You just can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I felt compelled to share this on my blog. I just felt so broken-hearted for those kids who gave so much for over two months and who did such a great job. It reminded me how powerful words are... even when coming out of the mouth of a six year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be agreeable, be sympathetic, be loving, be compassionate, be humble. That goes for all of you, no exceptions. No retaliation. No sharp-tongued sarcasm. Instead, &lt;strong&gt;bless—that's your job, to bless. You'll be a blessing and also get a blessing. &lt;/strong&gt;Whoever wants to embrace life and see the day fill up with good, Here's what you do: Say nothing evil or hurtful; Snub evil and cultivate good; run after peace for all you're worth. God looks on all this with approval, listening and responding well to what he's asked; But he turns his back on those who do evil things." 1 Peter 3:8 (message)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010805803624380722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYn1VHt_OTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tHjRDaDnXfs/s200/Christmas+Play+2006_026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then to top it all off, I think I'm coming down with something.... I think I'll go to bed and start over tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-329244343727159627?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/329244343727159627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=329244343727159627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/329244343727159627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/329244343727159627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/ever-had-one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYn1UHt_ORI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LkXulnZr6qk/s72-c/Christmas+Play+2006_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1138829995789724544</id><published>2006-12-13T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:23:08.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>looking to the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYDbQm_3qaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rEzyGtg9nsU/s1600-h/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008243864028817826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYDbQm_3qaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rEzyGtg9nsU/s400/DSC02220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made an announcement at the end of choir tonight. I told them that I would be stepping down as choir director at the end of the month. It has been an AWESOME three years and eight months working at East Bayou, and I can say with all honesty that I cherished working with every person in that ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, God is removing me from leading the choir so that I can be home to raise my family and be there for my husband. I know this is going to honor God in the long run, even though right now it's so painful and I get heartbroken over it all. But I praise Him for helping me through this process because it has NOT been easy. I’m going to be clinging to God for comfort and reassurance, as satan will most assuredly try to make me stumble and confuse me with his lies. Focusing on HIM and slowing down my schedule to find who I am in Christ and who my family is to me is going to bring blessings upon blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what God showed me today, and I am claiming this for my life as I work to achieve this goal:&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Strength and dignity are her clothing and her position is strong and secure; she rejoices over the future (the latter day or time to come, knowing that she and her family are in readiness for it)!”&lt;/em&gt; ~Proverbs 31:25 (amp). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa!! Thank you Lord!!! He always has a word for us if we just seek His counsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say that everything is "hunky dory" now and that life is swell and fine. It stings, it hurts, I get mad, I get sad, I feel lost, and I've cried about it. I've cried mad tears, I've cried tears of sadness, and I've cried in grief over what I'm losing by not working at EBBC anymore. But this is the truth. I can do ministry and sing and make songs to the Lord, and that pleases Him. But if my home life is a wreck and my husband is only getting the leftovers, then all the work that I've put into ministry is MEANINGLESS. It doesn't matter. So no matter what happened that led me to this point, the truth remains that I need to be a virtuous wife to my husband FIRST, and once I have balance and peace at home, God will give me the time, ability, and desire to lead in ministry again. Right now, I'm going to get my life in the proper order and start giving my family the time they need and deserve. It's a good place to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1138829995789724544?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1138829995789724544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1138829995789724544&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1138829995789724544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1138829995789724544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/looking-to-future.html' title='looking to the future'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RYDbQm_3qaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rEzyGtg9nsU/s72-c/DSC02220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-6699537056842246122</id><published>2006-12-10T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T07:08:17.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a big number</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RXwFdpnSroI/AAAAAAAAADs/GbZg3Qld5_s/s1600-h/j0382959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006882892674150018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RXwFdpnSroI/AAAAAAAAADs/GbZg3Qld5_s/s400/j0382959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;35!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was little, I didn't want to be 35. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was okay with 20. With 25. Even with 30, 31, 32, 33, and 34!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But something about 35. It's like, half way to 70 you know... SHEEESH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing is that I've met all my benchmarks that I thought I needed to meet by the time I was this age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Husband, check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;House, check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Career, check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess that's the point. I've met my personal benchmarks, so what's next? DEATH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, though... when I was in kindergarten, I remember VIVIDLY that I thought that I would die when I was 35. I guess I thought 35 was like 1,000 years old or something. I told my kindergarten class that it was my birthday this weekend, and they asked me how old I was going to be. One child said, "Are you gonna be 82?" That was comforting. In the next second, another one said, "Are you turning 7?" Of course, 7 is the age they all WISH they were, since most of them are only 5 or 6, so naturally 7 would be the goal. How precious. When I told them that I was 35, there was a collective GASP from every child. That's when my blood pressure began to rise and the gray hairs commenced to express themselves in my scalp, I'm just sure of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;40 is the "next big one" for me.  That used to scare me a LOT. That is until I started being friends with folks who make 40 look GOOD!!! My pals Cindy and Julie are making 40 look about 25. That rocks!! When I turn 40, I sure hope I look like them!!! Wait, I don't look that good now and I'm 35. Hmmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-6699537056842246122?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6699537056842246122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=6699537056842246122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6699537056842246122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/6699537056842246122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-big-number.html' title='It&apos;s a big number'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RXwFdpnSroI/AAAAAAAAADs/GbZg3Qld5_s/s72-c/j0382959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5114314916552781208</id><published>2006-12-08T06:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T13:17:22.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to brag on my husband, because he would never tell anyone about this. But I think it's really great. James was recently awarded an Air Force Acheivement Medal for meritorious service. This is what the certificiate states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Staff Sergeant Bodin... distinguished himself by meritorious service while assigned to the 706th Fighter Squadron... Sergeant Bodin provided needed support to the disaster preparedness representative in organizing disaster equipment for daily use and and upcoming inspection resulting in significantly increased efficiency in the distribution and tracking of equipment. A customer-oriented team player, Sergeant Bodin used his organizational and leadership skills to ensure the success of the orderly room team. He demonstrated a high level of integrity and conveyed a favorable image of the organization while volunteering for off-base recruiting activities. During these activities, he used his Air National Guard vs. Reserve experience in testimonials which resulted in new enlistment contracts. His surpassed devotion to duty and vigorous pursuit of excellence were highly lauded by the Air Force recruiters...The distinct accomplishments of Sergeant Bodin reflect credit on himself and the United States Air Force."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006608156501126706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RXsLl5nSrjI/AAAAAAAAACs/GCINu5qe83w/s400/11+months_083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5114314916552781208?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5114314916552781208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5114314916552781208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5114314916552781208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5114314916552781208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-man.html' title='My man'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/RXsLl5nSrjI/AAAAAAAAACs/GCINu5qe83w/s72-c/11+months_083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5221084437000620129</id><published>2006-11-22T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:47:48.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart full of thanks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1901/3930/1600/317446/thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1901/3930/400/489377/thanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... little socks in my dryer that I find after I've done the laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cheerios under my cushion of my chairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tiny finger prints on the coffee table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...toys, toys, everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...family that comes by the house and makes our lives busy and full and meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...friends that love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(whoooo hooooo!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let us be &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt;, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Hebrews 12:28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5221084437000620129?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5221084437000620129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5221084437000620129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5221084437000620129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5221084437000620129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/heart-full-of-thanks.html' title='Heart full of thanks...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1108789543325636464</id><published>2006-11-20T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:29:43.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...inadequate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1901/3930/1600/588416/7%20mos_154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1901/3930/320/264969/7%20mos_154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel inadequate. I'm sure I'm not unique in my feelings, as every mom goes through times like this. Luckily, with Christ, these thoughts don't consume me. I'm more BOTHERED by them.  Little things will just bug me and I think to myself, &lt;em&gt;BIG DUMMY...&lt;/em&gt; and then I'll insert whatever I did or didn't do. For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why didn't I remember to....&lt;br /&gt;....put wipes in the diaper bag...&lt;br /&gt;....put a sippy cup in the car before we left to go shopping...&lt;br /&gt;... buy her a winter coat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or sometimes someone will say something, and I'm like, &lt;em&gt;Oh... yeah, we do that...&lt;/em&gt; and I am like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH GREAT!!! I am not doing that yet!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And I'll freak out about it and go rush home to start whatever I think is missing from her life. (side note...if you know Hannah, she is not lacking anything in her life).  I just feel like a putz when I don't pack an extra bottle or when I forget to put food in her diaper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about twenty baby books, and I subscribe to TWO baby magazines, and I get several online emails weekly about my baby's development. I know what milestones she should be reaching by eleven months (and every month prior). I can tell you what month each tooth should come in, and I can give you an ear full about Hand/Foot/Mouth disease, baby flu, ER visits, hospitalizations, and cellulitis. But I don't even know what to feed her. What's that about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. The real point of this entry is to say this: &lt;em&gt;"Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered&lt;/em&gt;."~ Psalm 32:1  Thank goodness we serve a God that forgives us for our sins. With that assurance, I know no matter what I do (or forget to do) with Hannah, she will love me just the same. Just like our God loves us just the same. With or without wipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1108789543325636464?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1108789543325636464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1108789543325636464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1108789543325636464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1108789543325636464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/inadequate.html' title='...inadequate...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-8858076563496887724</id><published>2006-11-18T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T06:54:35.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddleback Article</title><content type='html'>This is a posting on a email from Saddleback Church's Purpose Driven Life campaign. I get emails from them each week, and a few are worth reading over and over. Read on and give me some feedback on what your thoughts are about this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planet earth: Late but still great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by John Fischer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord is coming back. Christ’s return is imminent. Every generation believes theirs will be the one to see it. I certainly did, having been a young adult during the Jesus movement in the early 1970s. We were sure the return of Christ was right around the corner. We wrote songs about it. Hal Lindsay wrote a book about it – Late Great Planet Earth. Larry Norman wrote a song to leave behind after we were gone – “I Wish We’d All Been Ready.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here we are, 30 years later, aging Jesus people, going to work and trying to provide a future for our children and grandchildren. Believe me, the Lord has heard from me a few times about this. There was something very glamorous about being part of a revival that would usher in the last days and the return of Christ, especially when you were 24 years old and single with nothing more than a backpack and a guitar. Besides, we were part of a generation that prided itself in being anti-establishment, anti-mortgage, anti-credit card, anti-insurance. We were going to just be one big love-in, living off the land and taking care of each other until Christ returned, which wasn’t supposed to be more than two or three years, max. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reflect back on those years sometimes and see how selfish we were. Had we gotten our wish, many of you who are reading this right now would not have existed. You wouldn’t have even gotten to be the proverbial gleam in your parent’s eye, since they never would have met. I think in some ways, every generation wants to be the last, especially when we face the dark side of our existence and long for heaven where there will be no more pain or sorrow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it’s not about us. It’s about all those who haven’t joined the fold – haven’t yet come into the family. “The Lord isn’t really being slow about his promise to return, as some people think. No, he is being patient for your sake. He does not want anyone to perish, so he is giving more time for everyone to repent.” (2 Peter 3:9 NLT)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shame on us for thinking only of ourselves. We’re so quick to scramble on the ark and then close the door and let the rains come. God is more concerned about those who might be left behind than we are, or else he would have returned years ago. We can get so wrapped up in this. We can spend an inordinate amount of time poring over Scripture trying to figure out exactly when this will happen, and then get into arguments with each other over exactly how we think it will happen, when the only reason it hasn’t happened yet is standing outside our door, waiting to be loved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;John Fischer resides in Southern California with his wife, Marti and son, Chandler. They also have two adult children, Christopher and Anne. John is a published author and popular speaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-8858076563496887724?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.purposedrivenlife.com/devotional.aspx' title='Saddleback Article'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8858076563496887724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=8858076563496887724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8858076563496887724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8858076563496887724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-posting-on-email-from.html' title='Saddleback Article'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-8869834459569920448</id><published>2006-11-13T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:03:49.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulda stayed in bed...</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking I should have stayed in bed this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My sister calls at 7:30 this morning and tells me that she was in a car accident on her way to work. It happened on Verot School Road near Heleaux's Grocery Store. Someone with a big truck hit her from behind and she flew into the car in front of her. Luckily, she wasn't injured. But her Mitsubishi Eclipse was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My baby girl has to have an MRI on her ankle. No big deal... MRIs are simple tests, right? Wrong. Since she's little, she can't be still for the MRI, so they have to put her to sleep. Mama is freakin out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My aunt called and said that at noon they had to put her beloved doggie Noah down. He had been sick for a few weeks, but other than that, he's been perfectly healthy, so this is coming out of nowhere. She is very sad over the loss. And this is only noon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 3:30... I leave school and go by the bank to cash a check. While I'm there, some guy in the next lane waves at me and says, "You're engine is smoking." I'm like OKAY someone shoot me. What is the deal with today??!!! So I had to go to Hampton Mitsubishi (side note- I would NEVER buy from Mark Hampton again, but that's another story...) to let them service the car. Turns out that it was some hoses that had cracked and were leaking cooling fluid all over the engine. $130+ for parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided I better get home before the sky falls. I stopped off at Wal-Mart to get Hannah some more bananas and rice cereal (yes, she still has rotavirus...) and as I was walking to the checkout area, there was an elderly lady walking past me with a shirt on that caught my eye. It said "Get Over It." I took this as a word from God and decided I need to get over it and not fret. Things could be so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got into my car, the song "God of All" came on. Look at the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of &lt;strong&gt;all...&lt;/strong&gt; we come to praise You&lt;br /&gt;We lift Your name on high in all the earth&lt;br /&gt;God of all we come to praise You&lt;br /&gt;We lift Your name on high in all the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of glory&lt;br /&gt;God of majesty&lt;br /&gt;God of mercy&lt;br /&gt;We lift Your name on high&lt;br /&gt;God of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of holiness&lt;br /&gt;God of righteousness&lt;br /&gt;God of heaven&lt;br /&gt;We lift Your name on high&lt;br /&gt;God of all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the God of ALL. Of EVERYTHING. Even the God of all the turmoil and frustration that my family is going through. I praised Him for that gentle reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might."&lt;/em&gt; ~ Ephesians 6:10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God keeps giving me this scripture. I guess I haven't gotten it yet that He really does have the power to get us through everything. He is the God of all, after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-8869834459569920448?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8869834459569920448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=8869834459569920448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8869834459569920448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/8869834459569920448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/shoulda-stayed-in-bed.html' title='Shoulda stayed in bed...'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4097066823971248919</id><published>2006-11-11T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:58:25.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bait of Satan</title><content type='html'>If you are a Christ follower, a believer in Jesus, and you work at a church or are heavily involved in one or more ministries, I encourage you to read the book "The Bait of Satan" by John Bevere. It is the BEST book I have read yet on how satan aka the PUNK will use just about ANYTHING to rip apart a church. This book is about how we, as a christian group, are an offended people. We are offended when the pastor talks about tithing. We are offended when someone else gets asked to do something or go somewhere that we weren't invited to. We are offended when someone looks at us a certain way or when someone says something that might hit too close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan will use all of these offended feelings to make us resentful, proud, and haughty. Next thing you know, we're either talking negatively about the ministry we are in, or we leave our ministries completely. I have been in this very situation, and I shudder to think what the punk could have acheived if I had let him. But thank God, the veil was lifted from my eyes after reading this book. Now I can see where satan would use simple things to get me to feel offended. One time, I wasn't invited to something that would have meant a lot to me. So I got offended. And then satan backed away and let me run with my negative feelings, and we won't even go into how much sewage poured from my mouth about it all. What I didn't know is that I wasn't asked because school had just started and my church leaders knew I couldn't get out of school. And they didn't ask me for a second reason- HANNAH. They knew I wouldn't leave my little baby girl. Instead of realizing this from the start, I clung to my anger and allowed it to seap into my ministry and it affected everyone I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back now at the last four years that I've been in ministry, I see just how much satan had a grip on me through the use of the emotion of offense. I'm so glad I read this book. Now when I do things at church, I am working on seeing the good in al people so that I do not allow satan to get a foothold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might." ~ Ephesians 6:10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank God I don't have to depend on my own power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4097066823971248919?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Bait-Satan-Inner-Strength/dp/0884193748' title='The Bait of Satan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4097066823971248919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4097066823971248919&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4097066823971248919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4097066823971248919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/bait-of-satan.html' title='The Bait of Satan'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-1197224343046949886</id><published>2006-11-02T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:50:49.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling</title><content type='html'>I struggle. It may just be me who does this, but it is really frustrating how much I struggle with things. I stuggle with keeping a consistent quiet time alone with God. I struggle with my weight. I struggle with my temper when the traffic is backed up. I struggle with my thought life. The list goes on and on. And it dawns on me... I've been a Christian for over 14 years now. Shouldn't I be "getting it" by now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=56&amp;chapter=6&amp;amp;verse=12&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Ephesians 6:12&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;~ For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long we've known God, no matter how mature you are in your faith, you will still have struggles. God didn't come down in the form of a man and tell everyone, "believe in me, and I'll make it easy on you." I just have to keep reminding myself of that. At this stage of the game, I expect that I would act a certain way, think a certain way, etc. Frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;chapter=15&amp;amp;verse=30&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Romans 15:30&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;~ I urge you, brothers, by our Lord Jesus Christ and by the love of the Spirit, to join me in my struggle by praying to God for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd appreciate that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-1197224343046949886?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1197224343046949886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=1197224343046949886&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1197224343046949886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/1197224343046949886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/struggling.html' title='Struggling'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4898099964853371559</id><published>2006-10-31T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:43:34.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone? Anyone???</title><content type='html'>I just wonder... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone even reading this blog? Typically, I get no comments, and it makes me wonder if I am spending all this time on the computer doing this blog with no audience. Hummmmm... that would be BAD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there and are reading, SEND ME A COMMENT!&lt;br /&gt;Click on the little word that says "comment" below this blog and let me know you're there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading if you're out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4898099964853371559?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4898099964853371559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4898099964853371559&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4898099964853371559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4898099964853371559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/anyone-anyone.html' title='Anyone? Anyone???'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-2626140368605207965</id><published>2006-10-28T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:37:56.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the outside</title><content type='html'>There's something strange that happens to you when you're in a hospital locked up for several days. It's this strange sensation when you get 'out.'like being let out of prison. At first, I didn't know what to do. I was like, "Oh yeah. This is what my life was all about." I don't recommend hospitalization if you can avoid it, but the flip side of it is that this hospital stay made me completely STOP my life for several days and just BE. Be alone with my baby. Be alone with my thoughts. Be alone, shut away from traffic, from radio, from noise, from my hectic life, schedule, and my 'to do' list. And just BE alone with the three things most important in my life. God, James, and Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;It was revolutionary in my future approach to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal. Being AWAY from things made me see how insignificant most things are. It made me see that I can live without a LOT of things that are in my life. Mostly by default, but some of these things make my life more stressful. Street signs blaring advertisements, resteraunt logos enticing you to their establishment. Cars going going going. Hussle and bustle and worry and care that are mostly man made and self-inflicted. Going to the hospital and being trapped there for several days made me acutely aware of how much time I waste on things that don't matter. It also made me see that so much will continue to go on, whether I am here or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know is this. The point to life is not to fill our time with things to DO. Going here and there and rushing around doing our life is not the point. That's the punk's innocent distractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I learned to cling to the Lord. I had to. I was worried about Hannah and felt completely helpless because there was nothing I could do. The one thing I could do was to pray and cry out to God like David did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 63&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A psalm of David. When he was in the Desert of Judah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 O God, you are my God,&lt;br /&gt;earnestly I seek you;&lt;br /&gt;my soul thirsts for you,&lt;br /&gt;my body longs for you,&lt;br /&gt;in a dry and weary land&lt;br /&gt;where there is no water.&lt;br /&gt;2 I have seen you in the sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;and beheld your power and your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Because your love is better than life,&lt;br /&gt;my lips will glorify you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I will praise you as long as I live,&lt;br /&gt;and in your name I will lift up my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;&lt;br /&gt;with singing lips my mouth will praise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 On my bed I remember you;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you through the watches of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Because you are my help,&lt;br /&gt;I sing in the shadow of your wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;strong&gt;My soul clings to you&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;your right hand upholds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 They who seek my life will be destroyed;&lt;br /&gt;they will go down to the depths of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 They will be given over to the sword&lt;br /&gt;and become food for jackals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 But the king will rejoice in God;&lt;br /&gt;all who swear by God's name will praise him,&lt;br /&gt;while the mouths of liars will be silenced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back on the outside, I want to make my life more simple. Less confusion. Less busy-ness. There's more to it than just that. Everything else is filler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-2626140368605207965?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2626140368605207965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=2626140368605207965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2626140368605207965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/2626140368605207965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-outside.html' title='on the outside'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-7527212707312936061</id><published>2006-10-11T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:58:33.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See the Morning, part three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/1600/drive_007a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/400/drive_007a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I have to cross the train tracks to get to work. Regularly, I see trains of all shapes, types, colors, and sizes. I used to like trains. They interest me. Where are they going? What are they carrying? Why do they go so slowly when I'm in a rush?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/1600/webpage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/400/webpage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have lived in an area where I have to cross train tracks (and typically get stopped by at least four trains a week), I'm much less interested in them. I'm more bothered by them. They slow me down and make me late. But this one peaked my interest. I guess it did because I wasn't in any kind of mad dash to get to work. The colors, the contrast between them and the sky, and even the graffiti interested me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/1600/webpage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/400/webpage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm learning that there's even beauty in the things that slow me down and make me late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-7527212707312936061?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7527212707312936061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=7527212707312936061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7527212707312936061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/7527212707312936061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/see-morning-part-three.html' title='See the Morning, part three'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-5944134369706375713</id><published>2006-10-10T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:01:16.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See the Morning, part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/1600/drive_017a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/400/drive_017a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures from Saturday as I pursued the morning and all the beauty that it holds. The funny thing about driving to work on a weekend is how much less stressful it is. Too bad I can't figure out how to channel that peace that's only found on an early Saturday or Sunday morning and bottle it to use during the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/1600/barn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/400/barn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something I find peaceful about an old building, such as an old barn. There's history behind those walls, and it peaks my interest as to who has worked there and for how many generations it has stood. The sad thing is that usually, I don't have enough time to enjoy the scenery because I'm too busy looking at the traffic in front of me to notice how peaceful my morning drive really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/1600/barn2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/400/barn2a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-5944134369706375713?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5944134369706375713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=5944134369706375713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5944134369706375713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/5944134369706375713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/see-morning-part-two.html' title='See the Morning, part two'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-4140665174848696028</id><published>2006-10-09T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:36:31.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See the Morning</title><content type='html'>I recently purchased the new Chris Tomlin project called "See the Morning." Inspired by the title, I got up early Saturday morning, bundled up the baby, and headed out with the Canon to find the morning. I decided that I'd like to show you what my drive to work looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise, seen at the end of my street as I head to work each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/1600/drive_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/400/drive_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After starting my photography hobby, I have come to the realization that we can all find the beauty in the mundane. A simple drive to work, for instance. You might only see stop signs, traffic lights, and cars. But if you look through the lens of a camera- figuratively speaking- all of a sudden, there is beauty surrounding you. Case in point, my drive from Broussard to Ridge each morning. Below is what I see each morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sugarcane field near my subdivision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/1600/drive_003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1901/3930/400/drive_003a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come... check back in a day or two. And ride with me to work as we seek to find the beauty in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-4140665174848696028?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4140665174848696028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=4140665174848696028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4140665174848696028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/4140665174848696028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/see-morning.html' title='See the Morning'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32196461.post-116004895023221098</id><published>2006-10-05T06:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:49:10.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>overflow.</title><content type='html'>overflow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o·ver·flow:&lt;/strong&gt; to flow or run over the top, brim, or banks; To be filled beyond capacity; To have a boundless supply; be superabundant.&lt;br /&gt;To spread or cover over; flood; To cause to fill beyond capacity.&lt;br /&gt;The act of overflowing. Something that flows over; an excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(American Heritage Dictionary)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's idea of overflowing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May the Lord make your love increase and overflow for each other and for everyone else, just as ours does for you." 1 Thessalonians 3:12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is our choir's key verse for this season.  The goal of this is to show the audience that we have such love for the Father and for each other that it literally spills over into the congregation, drawing them closer to the Lord in the process.  We know that time spent in the word produces a harvest in our own lives. But I'm learning that time spent with other Christians within a ministry where you serve together can produce friendships that go beyond the casual and into the significance of the eternal. My heart's desire is that this year, our bonds within our ministry at East Bayou will be so evident that the unchurched can sense this passion we have for the Lord, and then desire it for themselves. If we accomplish this, I feel that God will be honored by all we do. Afterall, our church's mission is to reach the lost for Christ and to build them up into believers. Our ministry falls under that mission, and with overflowing love for each other and for the Lord, we will reach many for His kingdom. Whoa... to think that something as simple as that can have lasting effects on others.... awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32196461-116004895023221098?l=carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116004895023221098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32196461&amp;postID=116004895023221098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/116004895023221098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32196461/posts/default/116004895023221098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/overflow.html' title='overflow.'/><author><name>caryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10114460873626591903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J86JXNh767w/SOrDcuixcQI/AAAAAAAABcw/9opli1CWI7g/S220/Mother%27s+Day+08_036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
