<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197</id><updated>2009-10-13T03:45:06.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All my thoughts.</title><subtitle type='html'>Fear not for I am with you, I am the Lord that keeps you and sustains you, gives you life, hope and all desires of your heart.  There are things I have for you that you must press into Me and yourself to know. Dream big, for in that field is where I will be found.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-4186192647337210619</id><published>2008-06-03T22:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:40:28.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;Without love there is no hope at all.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is looking for love and acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;Be loving and kind and be hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-4186192647337210619?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/4186192647337210619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=4186192647337210619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/4186192647337210619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/4186192647337210619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2008/06/without-love-there-is-no-hope-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-471661391873584357</id><published>2008-05-29T23:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:27:53.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD-QUmJyYGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5kdka96XT58/s1600-h/100_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD-QUmJyYGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5kdka96XT58/s400/100_0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206038377776963682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD-QJGJyYFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9y8wolRuu6s/s1600-h/100_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD-QJGJyYFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9y8wolRuu6s/s400/100_0500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206038180208468050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD-P5GJyYEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/d8o4s6iBGn0/s1600-h/100_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD-P5GJyYEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/d8o4s6iBGn0/s400/100_1854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206037905330561090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD-PgmJyYDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vBplc6jSSXg/s1600-h/mommy+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD-PgmJyYDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vBplc6jSSXg/s400/mommy+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206037484423766066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD-PZGJyYCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IJwO2KJA_4k/s1600-h/mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD-PZGJyYCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IJwO2KJA_4k/s400/mommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206037355574747170" 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/9037971453384722197-471661391873584357?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/471661391873584357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=471661391873584357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/471661391873584357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/471661391873584357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2008/05/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD-QUmJyYGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5kdka96XT58/s72-c/100_0502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-2998935353513648365</id><published>2008-05-28T13:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:18:54.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD2v8mJyYBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nYkYZ4TUtYg/s1600-h/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD2v8mJyYBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nYkYZ4TUtYg/s400/disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205510199878770706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is official!!&lt;br /&gt;We have decided....&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited I can hardly contain my childlike energy...&lt;br /&gt;We are going...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left but the packing and the ticket purchases...&lt;br /&gt;well and a few other little details...but we are going!!!! WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;Still a secret though so shhhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-2998935353513648365?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/2998935353513648365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=2998935353513648365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/2998935353513648365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/2998935353513648365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-official-we-have-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SD2v8mJyYBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nYkYZ4TUtYg/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-8364023688567778557</id><published>2008-05-26T20:47:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:21:40.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty....YEAH RIGHT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt47mJyYAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/82VOvCcQ5b4/s1600-h/mommy+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt47mJyYAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/82VOvCcQ5b4/s400/mommy+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204886759605952514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O.K. So the 15th was my 30th birthday and I am ok with that. &lt;br /&gt;But I must evaluate who I am and if I am happy with this life so far..&lt;br /&gt;A wife for 13years..rough at times and rocky at others to say the least but I am truly happy and am a rare breed of happily married folks..not the statistic that so many said we would be..divorced and unhappy..not us..breaking curses of abuse to one anouther, hatred and war in a home that is supposed to be peaceful..I have seen it so many times in my very own family, but not in my home anymore..we have learned to talk it out, walk away, and say I am sorry.  Put the other before ourself and serve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt4jWJyX_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/yswyYeIQk9k/s1600-h/100_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt4jWJyX_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/yswyYeIQk9k/s400/100_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204886342994124786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A mom..there is nothing more difficult...and nothing so rewarding...she is so beautiful in everyway.  from the inside out.  Full of hope and joy and LOVE.  But I often feel like I am forging this parenting on my own.  Not able to rely on anything that I think I know especially in the beginning.  Angry for no reason..seeing myself in her but only my so called flaws..there has been so much the Father has had to do in me but now I look at her with a love that is straight from heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt4QGJyX-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/E0nnCYpiccI/s1600-h/100_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt4QGJyX-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/E0nnCYpiccI/s400/100_0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204886012281642978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son loves life and leaping...he is great and I can feel his struggle with his self and his spirit..it is daily..so close to my own that I know how to help him..most of the time..he is so gifted and loving I can barely wait to see what he does as he ages inspite of himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt3tmJyX9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2UIm0h3W6zg/s1600-h/102_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt3tmJyX9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2UIm0h3W6zg/s400/102_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204885419576156114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A giver am I...majoring in hospitality and love.  To those deserving and undeserving.  I want them all to know Jesus..forget my name and remember His...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt3fWJyX8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/_ovOow8G2EY/s1600-h/Bamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt3fWJyX8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/_ovOow8G2EY/s400/Bamboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204885174763020226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is something there behind those eyes...love joy compassion peace and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt3TWJyX7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/A8OslDY1_8M/s1600-h/mommy+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt3TWJyX7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/A8OslDY1_8M/s400/mommy+212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204884968604590002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a contentment that only comes with time..and getting to know who I am even in weak moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt2_GJyX6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/XZ6h6jvkj40/s1600-h/mommy+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt2_GJyX6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/XZ6h6jvkj40/s400/mommy+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204884620712239010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A serious one about the things I value..and those I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt2j2JyX5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ci56Dsl2T9E/s1600-h/mommy+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt2j2JyX5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ci56Dsl2T9E/s400/mommy+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204884152560803730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic to prove a point...&lt;br /&gt;I love to tell things in story form...almost parables..always aware that moments are just that moments that pass and are gone...but I have learned how to cherish them when they happen and look for the next ones..but almost with a prophetic knowing as I seem to have this been there done that feeling so often...&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe the lies that try to infaltrate my mind reminding me of the past of an ugly girl with frizzy hair and thin frame..&lt;br /&gt;I know who I am and I am 30 and happy.  molded and shaped by a Holy Spirit that loves me and I can't wait to see what happens in the next few years..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-8364023688567778557?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/8364023688567778557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=8364023688567778557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/8364023688567778557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/8364023688567778557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2008/05/thirtyyeah-right.html' title='Thirty....YEAH RIGHT!!'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDt47mJyYAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/82VOvCcQ5b4/s72-c/mommy+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-5697272923492432423</id><published>2008-05-26T20:30:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:43:27.901-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtz5mJyX4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/KpmDYpGVwKk/s1600-h/100_1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtz5mJyX4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/KpmDYpGVwKk/s400/100_1844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204881227688075138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok what is the deal mom?? First you make us get dressed and out...packed a few snacks..what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtzuWJyX3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/r1nG-CBdX3Y/s1600-h/100_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtzuWJyX3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/r1nG-CBdX3Y/s400/100_1846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204881034414546802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is that?? That is a Mazey, named after Amazing Grace and my friend Laura.  She is going to teach you a little about riding.  COOL MOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtzlmJyX2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/UsgEGF42_0o/s1600-h/100_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtzlmJyX2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/UsgEGF42_0o/s400/100_1849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204880884090691426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brush...get familiar...ok not so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtzZGJyX1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/T6VN5psQelw/s1600-h/100_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtzZGJyX1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/T6VN5psQelw/s400/100_1851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204880669342326610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tori is a natural..no saddle..big smile for the crowd and she is doing great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtzJGJyX0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Yd-gSu1GSho/s1600-h/100_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtzJGJyX0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Yd-gSu1GSho/s400/100_1855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204880394464419650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well if sis can do it I can do it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDty-WJyXzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kIgU2WG8m_I/s1600-h/100_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDty-WJyXzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kIgU2WG8m_I/s400/100_1853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204880209780825906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O.k. wait a minute hang on to what?? Won't that hurt her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtyxWJyXyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/P7lCJkSpDOw/s1600-h/100_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtyxWJyXyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/P7lCJkSpDOw/s400/100_1854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204879986442526498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHE IS SO TALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtylGJyXxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lOiSV51ljXw/s1600-h/100_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtylGJyXxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lOiSV51ljXw/s400/100_1857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204879775989128978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Guide her o.k.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day we had they learned so much and had so much fun:)&lt;br /&gt;I am the king of good family fun...the king (sigh) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Memorial Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-5697272923492432423?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/5697272923492432423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=5697272923492432423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/5697272923492432423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/5697272923492432423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-fun.html' title='Memorial Day FUN'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/SDtz5mJyX4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/KpmDYpGVwKk/s72-c/100_1844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-4255348291947863338</id><published>2007-08-03T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:11:48.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RrP6NkokNyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jniSQHmKNqc/s1600-h/416RB3BZPGL._SS260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RrP6NkokNyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jniSQHmKNqc/s400/416RB3BZPGL._SS260_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094690714565228322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O.k so we have gotten all the books and all the supplies and we even have uniforms.....but the quest for the shoes turned out to truly be exhausting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were plenty but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; ones that fit...or they only carried full sizes instead of half sizes..which she was totally willing to make an exception for the if they had a heal...ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!...and I keep looking at the tiny baby shoes that fit in the palm of my hand, longing for the day when those were the need..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although I am so excited about today I can't help but miss yesterday, and tomorrow we will be picking out her wedding shoes...Lord help me remember the details and enjoys the moments however brief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-4255348291947863338?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/4255348291947863338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=4255348291947863338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/4255348291947863338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/4255348291947863338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/08/shoes.html' title='shoes?!?!'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RrP6NkokNyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jniSQHmKNqc/s72-c/416RB3BZPGL._SS260_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-68669278951547474</id><published>2007-07-30T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:03:29.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rq6zfUokNxI/AAAAAAAAADs/vsuHteAVA7Q/s1600-h/th_butterflies-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093205579298780946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rq6zfUokNxI/AAAAAAAAADs/vsuHteAVA7Q/s400/th_butterflies-4.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change...what a crazy concept...or more so the idea that there is a plateau in life where things do not change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a season for everything but there is always a change that takes place...&lt;br /&gt;If a butterflies wings get crushed is she excluded from the possibilities that laid before her in a prior season?  Or is she just learning how to ride the waves and drifts so she can truly be who she was designed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="zoomedLink" title="Click to zoom out." href="javascript:void(0);" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="zoomedLink" title="Click to zoom out." href="javascript:void(0);" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-68669278951547474?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/68669278951547474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=68669278951547474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/68669278951547474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/68669278951547474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/07/change.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rq6zfUokNxI/AAAAAAAAADs/vsuHteAVA7Q/s72-c/th_butterflies-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-3510951093502073767</id><published>2007-07-30T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:45:17.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rq6N_0okNwI/AAAAAAAAADk/iqTWPD8KlIQ/s1600-h/102_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093164356202673922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rq6N_0okNwI/AAAAAAAAADk/iqTWPD8KlIQ/s400/102_0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When did they get so big?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So smart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My legacy and my motive for every breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wants to play the drums she wants to do ballet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to hold them and stop time to keep them near me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so faithful, He keeps them and honors them with His love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we embark on anouther school year I find that I am looking at them a little longer,  wishing for yesterday when they were born, but knowing they must fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torn by there questions of how and why consitintly seeking truth so as to feed it to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tomorrow they will be grown needing finances for college and God will be faithful then to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grow babies grow.......just not to fast")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-3510951093502073767?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/3510951093502073767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=3510951093502073767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/3510951093502073767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/3510951093502073767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/07/faithful.html' title='Faithful'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rq6N_0okNwI/AAAAAAAAADk/iqTWPD8KlIQ/s72-c/102_0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-6286582246588153919</id><published>2007-04-01T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:10:17.809-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>His Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RhB7WsKn1NI/AAAAAAAAADU/lkNbl6Jy8w0/s1600-h/PiercedHands_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048670812025378002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RhB7WsKn1NI/AAAAAAAAADU/lkNbl6Jy8w0/s400/PiercedHands_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 But he was pierced for our rebellion, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;crushed for our sins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was beaten so we could be whole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was whipped so we could be healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 Dogs have surrounded me; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a band of evil men has encircled me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they have pierced [&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;chapter=22&amp;amp;verse=15&amp;end_verse=17&amp;amp;version=31&amp;context=context#fen-NIV-14221b"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;] my hands and my feet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How cruel that they pierced him...that they broke through his skin and crushed his nerves, that they did all the things that they did to him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My focus today is the garden..Jesus knew that he was going to have to suffer..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to many areas that hurt me today..areas that are attached to people that I can't seem to help..grief that weighs heavy on me.  The type of grief that hurts and weighs so much on my chest that I think about Him in the garden crying out the the Father to let this cup pass from Him and I think about the disciples and how they were weighed with grief that they couldn't bare it and just slept to get through, the drops of blood He sweated and the anguish that He felt all for me and for you..and although they came and pierced His hands and His feet He endured so that I could use my hands and feet because the enemy pierced Him but becasue he did he can't pierce me and I can use my hands to slap the enemy in the face as I love and do what I am called to do in the name of my Jesus.  And although I am full with grief I know He felt it all and that He bore it for me and I can have peace in the midst of my inability to help them becasue what Jesus did was enough for me and for them.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my shield &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my stregnth, my fortress, deliverer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my shelter, strong tower, my very present help in time of need...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9037971453384722197-6286582246588153919?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/6286582246588153919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=6286582246588153919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/6286582246588153919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/6286582246588153919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/04/his-hands.html' title='His Hands'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RhB7WsKn1NI/AAAAAAAAADU/lkNbl6Jy8w0/s72-c/PiercedHands_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-1339423573459496598</id><published>2007-03-19T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:35:56.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rf9Ea3VBQ_I/AAAAAAAAADI/XA4koeP8WOc/s1600-h/19BrainStructures_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043825335997645810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rf9Ea3VBQ_I/AAAAAAAAADI/XA4koeP8WOc/s400/19BrainStructures_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;The Brain is a wonderful and amazing center for all things that govern the activity for the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But what happens when there is a mass, a tumor, a cyst...pressing on vital nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;There are many symptoms and many functions that are affected and not functioning.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Today was a bad day..today I made her cry...how much more can she take...she said today she went outside but had to run in feeling out of place..I told her all she had to do was survive and she said she didn't think she could...the brain is affected..the vital nerves being pushed on..or is it in anouther part of the brain where there are chemicals?  What is going on...and will she make it through..she is sad, she is tired, she feels lost and defeated...anouther part of the brain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Hang in there, break through, see clearly.  Wisdom be near me, help me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God of wonder and perfection deliverence and strength be with her in her need and set her free. Free from imbalanced chemicals, suicidal thoughts, her lost condition.  Walk down the hall to the place where she sleeps touch her soul and set her free from the accusing voices with in.  Set the captive free please Father please.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-1339423573459496598?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/1339423573459496598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=1339423573459496598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/1339423573459496598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/1339423573459496598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/03/brain.html' title='The Brain'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rf9Ea3VBQ_I/AAAAAAAAADI/XA4koeP8WOc/s72-c/19BrainStructures_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-4634650643474702657</id><published>2007-03-16T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:06:13.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it is not time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You are not supposed to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;not now, not today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;why would you end it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and throw your choices away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;what happened? when did you break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and come so close to causing so much heartache?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Why are you sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and will it get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;is it cancer or is it safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can they operate and take it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;does it matter to you or would you rather it stayed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;how do i communicate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fear is ever present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;God is my source &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and I need His strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but what can be done about ones mental state?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Is He big enough and will it matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;if the choices are still left so scattered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Free will that is one I don't quite understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;please Lord heal her soul and help her stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her quit and throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;I need her still to this very day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-4634650643474702657?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/4634650643474702657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=4634650643474702657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/4634650643474702657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/4634650643474702657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-is-not-time.html' title='it is not time'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-5045447058815885938</id><published>2007-03-08T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:26:56.842-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Baby Sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RfDSlaeTMdI/AAAAAAAAADA/uCKU2snFtNM/s1600-h/STA61019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039759523230986706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RfDSlaeTMdI/AAAAAAAAADA/uCKU2snFtNM/s400/STA61019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My Beautiful Baby Sister is COMING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She is going to be here on the 27th and no end in site to her leaving!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She is a Colorado girl in desperate need for her family and I cannot wait for her to come and bring her joy our way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love you sissy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-5045447058815885938?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/5045447058815885938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=5045447058815885938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/5045447058815885938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/5045447058815885938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-baby-sis.html' title='My Baby Sis'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RfDSlaeTMdI/AAAAAAAAADA/uCKU2snFtNM/s72-c/STA61019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-1324368150579624862</id><published>2007-03-06T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:21:31.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Re4uztPcDaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ndPy9f5x100/s1600-h/bb+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039016498926718370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Re4uztPcDaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ndPy9f5x100/s400/bb+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is going to be beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She will be perfect in every way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She will be the long awaited gift that only the King can give...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grow baby grow...Can't wait to meet you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-1324368150579624862?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/1324368150579624862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=1324368150579624862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/1324368150579624862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/1324368150579624862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/03/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Re4uztPcDaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ndPy9f5x100/s72-c/bb+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-2521528564872602752</id><published>2007-03-04T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:53:04.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have been to see my beloved Angi and came back with a .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Retdb4c_2JI/AAAAAAAAACw/8cxyuo-WhUE/s1600-h/102_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038223341735893138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Retdb4c_2JI/AAAAAAAAACw/8cxyuo-WhUE/s400/102_0467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mission??? (Bond Girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RetaBYc_2II/AAAAAAAAACo/neBb989hyS8/s1600-h/bond+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038219587934476418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RetaBYc_2II/AAAAAAAAACo/neBb989hyS8/s400/bond+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MISSION:&lt;br /&gt;an assigned or self-imposed duty or task; calling; vocation.&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;a sending or being sent for some duty or purpose.&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;br /&gt;those sent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; A mission...something I must do... work my business for the health and well being of a purpose that seems so far gone...but it is not with out fear of failure and another fall...but love trumps my fear...so I will work and set another goal...and let the chips land where they may as I give it my very best effort in March...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joshua 1:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-2521528564872602752?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/2521528564872602752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=2521528564872602752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/2521528564872602752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/2521528564872602752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/03/mission.html' title='Mission'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Retdb4c_2JI/AAAAAAAAACw/8cxyuo-WhUE/s72-c/102_0467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-7584403371351384152</id><published>2007-03-02T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T16:47:37.453-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>going going gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/ReiqgYc_2HI/AAAAAAAAACc/YS0ErpTbNBU/s1600-h/speeding-ferrari-f430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037463656510511218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/ReiqgYc_2HI/AAAAAAAAACc/YS0ErpTbNBU/s400/speeding-ferrari-f430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've had enough!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We are headed down to see my very best friend and mentor and we will not be back until we feel better (well by Monday anyway)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To many crazy events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;to much rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so we are going going GONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-7584403371351384152?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/7584403371351384152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=7584403371351384152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/7584403371351384152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/7584403371351384152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/03/going-going-gone.html' title='going going gone'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/ReiqgYc_2HI/AAAAAAAAACc/YS0ErpTbNBU/s72-c/speeding-ferrari-f430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-5635070251623202282</id><published>2007-03-01T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:42:42.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Recd0La93vI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7HvmSNEz6eA/s1600-h/Chubby-Checker-2_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037027490493488882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Recd0La93vI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7HvmSNEz6eA/s400/Chubby-Checker-2_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I would like to say that this is the type of twist we are watching out for today...but it is not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are projected to have some twister weather that has brought my babies home to me so I am going to wash the dog and get a jump on some of Tori's homework.  I don't mind so much, any moments extra that I can squeeze out of the day to be with them is a good day regardless of the weather.&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/9037971453384722197-5635070251623202282?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/5635070251623202282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=5635070251623202282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/5635070251623202282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/5635070251623202282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/03/twist.html' title='The Twist'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Recd0La93vI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7HvmSNEz6eA/s72-c/Chubby-Checker-2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-6913962384992057143</id><published>2007-02-27T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:32:01.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/ReToUba93sI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U7AHaz5MNfs/s1600-h/102_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036405720962948802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/ReToUba93sI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U7AHaz5MNfs/s400/102_0802.JPG" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then the LORD God provided a vine and made it grow up over Jonah to give shade for his head to ease his discomfort, and Jonah was very happy about the vine.&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=39&amp;chapter=4&amp;amp;verse=5&amp;end_verse=7&amp;amp;version=31&amp;context=context"&gt;Jonah 4:5-7&lt;/a&gt; (in Context) &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=39&amp;amp;chapter=4&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=chapter"&gt;Jonah 4&lt;/a&gt; (Whole Chapter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Life is under control...and my family is happy.  Is there much else to need in life?..maybe but not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-6913962384992057143?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/6913962384992057143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=6913962384992057143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/6913962384992057143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/6913962384992057143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/ReToUba93sI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U7AHaz5MNfs/s72-c/102_0802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-4349721280977905898</id><published>2007-02-26T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:56:27.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BE Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/ReOdoqu0xKI/AAAAAAAAABo/I9y1L6W2pKY/s1600-h/IMG5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036042130321360034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/ReOdoqu0xKI/AAAAAAAAABo/I9y1L6W2pKY/s400/IMG5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 46&lt;br /&gt;For the director of music. Of the Sons of Korah. According to Alamoth. A song. [&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2046%20;&amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-14616a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;3 though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells.&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6 Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall; he lifts his voice, the earth melts.&lt;br /&gt;7 The LORD Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 Come and see the works of the LORD, the desolations he has brought on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;9 He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth; he breaks the bow and shatters the spear, he burns the shields [&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2046%20;&amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-14624b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;] with fire.&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;strong&gt;"Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11 The LORD Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There is nothing to hard for you Father. O How I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-4349721280977905898?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/4349721280977905898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=4349721280977905898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/4349721280977905898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/4349721280977905898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-still.html' title='BE Still'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/ReOdoqu0xKI/AAAAAAAAABo/I9y1L6W2pKY/s72-c/IMG5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-9070768250492227683</id><published>2007-02-23T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:37:58.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rd-RBau0xJI/AAAAAAAAABc/E0IuTBGZwco/s1600-h/IMG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034902361965118610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 612px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rd-RBau0xJI/AAAAAAAAABc/E0IuTBGZwco/s400/IMG1.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O.k so a dream is a series of images....but what determines there purpose or where they come from? Do they come from images that were put in...in combination with thoughts that you already have..do they have any meaning at all or do they just linger through out the day as a distraction? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know in my youth if I watched images that were voilent then I would dream things that were violent and sometimes not that night but at a later date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And what about tempature and body position? Do they play a role in the dreaming process? Seem to for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How do you determine what it all means without tipping over into a place of phsycics and horoscopes...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crying To dream that you are crying, signifies a release of negative emotions that is more likely caused by some waking situation rather than the events of the dream itself. Your dream is a way to regain some emotional balance and a way to safely let out your fears and frustrations. In our daily lives, we tend to ignore, deny, or repress our feelings. But in our dream state, our defense mechanisms are no longer on guard and thus allow for the release of such emotions.� &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fighting To dream that you participate in a fight, indicates inner turmoil. Some aspect of yourself is in conflict with another aspect of yourself. Perhaps an unresolved or unacknowledged part is fighting for its right to be heard.� It may also parallel a fight or struggle that you are going through in your waking life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend To see your friends in your dream, signifies aspects of your personality that you have rejected, but are ready to integrate these rejected part of yourself. The relationships you have with those around you are important in learning about yourself. Additionally, this symbol foretells of happy tidings from them and the arrival of good news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pregnant To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it.� This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All in a nights sleep.....ZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZ&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/9037971453384722197-9070768250492227683?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/9070768250492227683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=9070768250492227683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/9070768250492227683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/9070768250492227683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/02/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rd-RBau0xJI/AAAAAAAAABc/E0IuTBGZwco/s72-c/IMG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-5440679681591956575</id><published>2007-02-19T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:43:48.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Not for the weak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RdpeMqu0xII/AAAAAAAAABM/evPN_Deq3XI/s1600-h/David+Birthday+Morning+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033439105262077058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RdpeMqu0xII/AAAAAAAAABM/evPN_Deq3XI/s400/David+Birthday+Morning+243.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rdpdvqu0xHI/AAAAAAAAABE/kbBykaEk6xM/s1600-h/David+Birthday+Morning+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033438607045870706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/Rdpdvqu0xHI/AAAAAAAAABE/kbBykaEk6xM/s400/David+Birthday+Morning+120.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 surgery+20 staples+2rods+4screws+1bone fuser=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a man with integrity and strength that gives me courage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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;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/9037971453384722197-5440679681591956575?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/5440679681591956575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=5440679681591956575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/5440679681591956575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/5440679681591956575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/02/surgery-not-for-weak.html' title='Surgery Not for the weak'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_dgHn5bfM/RdpeMqu0xII/AAAAAAAAABM/evPN_Deq3XI/s72-c/David+Birthday+Morning+243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-7275030786423721011</id><published>2007-01-10T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:05:59.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/2/9780064441292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/2/9780064441292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Release "to let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a freeing or releasing from confinement, obligation, pain, emotional strain, etc&lt;br /&gt;the releasing of something for publication, &lt;em&gt;performance&lt;/em&gt;, use, exhibition, or sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I let go....Why can't I turn away and say goodbye...what am I supposed to be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to write the next page... I can't let go of the past, most of it I can let go but not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave, I am bound. Never satisfied with the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to reinvent..perfect and strengthen that which remains, mend an ever broken heart..but how? I won't let them in..they will go away to..breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just about had all I can stand, the distance, the gap, the ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get busy...that will pass the time and write a new page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is the catalyst that won't let me forget the connection..the reason why I started this to begin with...pain is no friend of mine, but I endure the pain for the moments...the few moments that used to be hours and days, that were so grossly taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not lost, not without purpose, not without a mentor, just in transition, a season of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frame your world with your words" I remember them all..all of the words, pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release me pain so I can get busy about the Father's work and be free and secure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-7275030786423721011?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/7275030786423721011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=7275030786423721011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/7275030786423721011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/7275030786423721011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/01/release.html' title='Release'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-8309259085628835021</id><published>2007-01-08T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:22:27.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angi</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="rockyou" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer " src="http://apps.rockyou.com/photofx.swf" width="341" height="272" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="imgpath=http%3A//img192.rockyou.com/photofx/3/3803/3803116/3803116_9ed0e5641168335846.JPG&amp;glitterp=false&amp;amp;roundp=true&amp;sepiap=false&amp;amp;theme=confetti.swf&amp;shadowp=true&amp;amp;bevelp=true&amp;width=341&amp;amp;height=272&amp;imageWidth=341&amp;amp;instanceid=3803116&amp;userid=7567369&amp;amp;createDateString=Jan%2009%20%2707&amp;username=Angie" wmode="transparent" salign="lt" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=photofx&amp;amp;refid=3803116" target="_BLANK"&gt;&lt;img alt="RockYou PhotoFX" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.rockyou.com/photofx/?refid=3803116" target="_BLANK"&gt;Get Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is she?&lt;br /&gt;What is she doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, teacher, hero, and a grandma....&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!! Angi anouther life to chnage and mold with your wisdom and unending love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-8309259085628835021?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/8309259085628835021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=8309259085628835021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/8309259085628835021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/8309259085628835021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-angi.html' title='My Angi'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-768109674634194946</id><published>2007-01-08T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:11:41.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=50287385&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=50287385"&gt;&lt;img title="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" alt="Comment, Add to Favorite" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=50287385"&gt;View Show&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=50287385"&gt;Create Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I love thee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-768109674634194946?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/768109674634194946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=768109674634194946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/768109674634194946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/768109674634194946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-guys.html' title='My Guys'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-3060132865416158308</id><published>2006-12-31T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:19:20.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye Dorthy Klenc..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great grandmother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;native of California&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;survived by her children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her grandchildren &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great grandchildren&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and great great grandchildren&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-3060132865416158308?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/3060132865416158308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=3060132865416158308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/3060132865416158308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/3060132865416158308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037971453384722197.post-2364907919776337746</id><published>2006-12-04T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:08:36.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Superchic[k] - Stand In The RainFrom the album Beauty From Pain 1.1&lt;br /&gt;She never slows down&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t know why But she knows that when she’s all alone&lt;br /&gt;It feels like it’s all coming down&lt;br /&gt;She won’t turn aroundThe shadows are longAnd she fears if she cries that first tearThe tears will not stop raining down&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:So stand in the rainStand your groundStand up when it’s all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;You stand through the painYou won’t drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day what’s lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;She won’t make a soundAlone in this fight with herself&lt;br /&gt;And the fear’s whisperingIf she stands, she’ll fall down&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be foundThe only way out is through everythingShe’s running from&lt;br /&gt;Wants to give up and lie down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day whats lost can be found...stand in the rain stand your ground...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037971453384722197-2364907919776337746?l=daughter8110.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/feeds/2364907919776337746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037971453384722197&amp;postID=2364907919776337746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/2364907919776337746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037971453384722197/posts/default/2364907919776337746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughter8110.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Angie Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921119822904462546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16567814941937646994'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>