<?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-4855800834587162111</id><updated>2012-02-10T23:37:41.616-08:00</updated><category term='second blog. first post.'/><title type='text'>AV</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-7609358798763716525</id><published>2012-02-10T23:12:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T23:37:41.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>knowledge SPEAKS :: wisdom LISTENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have been thinking lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Does anyone listen...to anybody!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It doesn't seem like it. People have their agendas and if what you're saying does not match the agenda, good luck finding an ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most people listen with the intent to reply, not to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am guilty of this. And I am a therapist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This is a humble reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to be the kind of person whose main goal is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNDERSTAND&lt;/span&gt; what a person is trying to say.  Not to solve their problem. Not to assume. Not to think about my response before they finish their words. I want to be a person who truly listens and allows people to feel heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Goal: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEEK FIRST TO UNDERSTAND, THEN TO BE UNDERSTOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4855800834587162111-7609358798763716525?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/7609358798763716525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=7609358798763716525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7609358798763716525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7609358798763716525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2012/02/knowledge-speaks-wisdom-listens.html' title='knowledge SPEAKS :: wisdom LISTENS'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-125756061568200719</id><published>2012-02-10T22:15:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T22:35:49.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful :: Snowboarding Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am thankful for snowboarding dates with Bryan. These dates enable us to engage in an activity outside of the typical meal and a movie, although that's ALL we want to do after a long day on the mountain...especially the meal part (&lt;a href="http://www.chimayogrill.com/"&gt;Chimayo&lt;/a&gt;). He has been so patient with my slow learning curve and it is finally paying off because I am progressively getting better and better this season! All that to say, I like snowboarding. And I like Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZiTEwinQRE/TzYJedfo7TI/AAAAAAAAAOw/joa726YhnO8/s1600/EpicMix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZiTEwinQRE/TzYJedfo7TI/AAAAAAAAAOw/joa726YhnO8/s400/EpicMix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707759996656741682" 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/4855800834587162111-125756061568200719?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/125756061568200719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=125756061568200719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/125756061568200719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/125756061568200719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2012/02/thankful-snowboarding-dates.html' title='Thankful :: Snowboarding Dates'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZiTEwinQRE/TzYJedfo7TI/AAAAAAAAAOw/joa726YhnO8/s72-c/EpicMix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-7653012833961061935</id><published>2010-11-23T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:38:33.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my portion</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth Elliot, author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passion and Purity &lt;/span&gt;(and many other works), makes this thought provoking statement about Psalm 16:5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know of no greater simplifier for all of life. Whatever happens is assigned. Does the intellect balk at that? Can we say that there are things that happen to us that do not belong to our lovingly assigned "portion" ("This belongs to it, that does not")? Are some things, then, out of control of the Almighty? Every assignment is measured and controlled for my eternal good. As I accept the given portion other options are canceled. Decisions become much easier, directions clearer, and hence my heart becomes inexpressibly quieter. A quiet heart is content with what God gives." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After reading this, I am challenged to look at every thing, E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G, in my life as my portion - my given portion. Whenever I am struggling, I must remind myself - Andrea, this is your portion. Whenever I am smiling, I must remind myself - Andrea, this is your portion.  Whenever ANYTHING, good or bad, happens. . . I must remind myself that this is my portion. . . my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;given&lt;/span&gt; portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure." Psalm 16:5  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the road to contentment. God, you are in charge. I accept what you have given, are giving, and will continue to give. Thank you for making my lot secure.&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/4855800834587162111-7653012833961061935?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/7653012833961061935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=7653012833961061935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7653012833961061935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7653012833961061935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-portion.html' title='my portion'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-2808652954846927141</id><published>2010-10-20T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:55:46.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day I turned my cell phone off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TL-5sBgmUYI/AAAAAAAAANw/p-ZQ2odYwuE/s1600/no_cell_phones_allowed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TL-5sBgmUYI/AAAAAAAAANw/p-ZQ2odYwuE/s320/no_cell_phones_allowed.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530343033404805506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have a day off of work that actually turns into anything but a day off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...errands, calling people back, catching up on email, plans to do (fill in the blank). . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all fine and dandy things, but they can consume your day and keep you from really resting. I have those days all the time, which is WHY I decided to take a REAL day off: I was not scheduled to work at Starbucks today, I had no appointments with my clients - Just a day to do whatever I wanted. And to make sure that happened, I turned my cell phone OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST DAY EVER. A day where I was free - free from obligation and free to do anything I wanted. I simply slept in, read outside in the rocking chair, cooked yummy foods, painted, went for a run by the Platte River. . . it was delightful. . . and VERY needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I might have been a flake for a day, but I'm okay with it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-2808652954846927141?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/2808652954846927141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=2808652954846927141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2808652954846927141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2808652954846927141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-i-turned-my-cell-phone-off.html' title='the day I turned my cell phone off'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TL-5sBgmUYI/AAAAAAAAANw/p-ZQ2odYwuE/s72-c/no_cell_phones_allowed.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-2704825394646298428</id><published>2010-04-07T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:18:08.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 44: 6-23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what is beautiful? This...&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 align="center"&gt;Isaiah 44: 6-23&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 align="center"&gt;The Lord calls out his people for idolatry and afterwards this is what he says...&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 align="center"&gt;"I have swept away your offenses like a cloud, your sins like the morning mist. Return to me for I have redeemed you." &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 align="center"&gt;DANG. The mercy of God is indescribable. First that he would love us enough to say - You are worshiping WOOD - You are worshiping a complete LIE! - and then love us even more by redeeming us, forgiving us, making us new. &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 align="center"&gt;Good stuff. &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/4855800834587162111-2704825394646298428?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/2704825394646298428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=2704825394646298428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2704825394646298428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2704825394646298428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2010/04/isaiah-44-6-23.html' title='Isaiah 44: 6-23'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-545033985712176764</id><published>2010-03-24T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:28:06.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>Inspiration:: something I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration:: something I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration. I crave you. I want to desire something. I want passion. I want to be pulled in a particular direction. I want to be filled with purpose. I want to pursue something I simply CANNOT get enough of. I feel stagnant. I want to be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will graduate with my Masters in 10 weeks. New beginning. Anything is possible. I could go anywhere, do anything. But what is it I want to do? Professionally and personally - What do I want for my life? Better yet, what does the Lord want for my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely trust that God knows what's up. He has not failed me yet. I am just curious and wondering what he has for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting with excited expectation :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-545033985712176764?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/545033985712176764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=545033985712176764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/545033985712176764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/545033985712176764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-5775592658457984984</id><published>2010-01-24T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:31:51.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever heard of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/span&gt;? Well, if you haven't you can thank me for&lt;strong&gt; a)&lt;/strong&gt; introducing you to one of the coolest ideas ever created &lt;em&gt;AND &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b)&lt;/strong&gt; introducing you to one of my weekly rituals: &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Secrets&lt;/a&gt;. Each Sunday, the website is updated with new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;postsecrets&lt;/span&gt; people have recently sent in the mail &amp;amp; each Sunday I look at them. Here is an example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430441485522227986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/S1zNwmYY0xI/AAAAAAAAANY/_fk9P1HrBOg/s320/post-secret-fart.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reading of the secrets is oddly refreshing, vulnerable, and extremely liberating. Every once in awhile I will read a confession and say, "Thank God I'm not the only one!" It's strange how honest people can be if their name is not attached to their art inspired postcard. What if we were all that honest and owned our secrets...whether they are innocent or not? What if we started to shed light on the things we so protectively hide? The exposure would move us from fear to FREEDOM. It's like skinny dipping, or if you're real crazy, streaking. At first, the act is ultra embarrassing, but once you get over yourself, you can experience the beauty of the nude! Freedom I tell you! Freedom to be YOU. Okay, that does not really relate...but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom...and it's not with your dirty little secrets.  Expose. Take off the mask. Stop hiding. Shed light. BE YOU. Tell a secret today &amp;amp; experience the freedom that hiding does not provide. It'll be awesome :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-5775592658457984984?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/5775592658457984984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=5775592658457984984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/5775592658457984984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/5775592658457984984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-secrets.html' title='Sunday Secrets'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/S1zNwmYY0xI/AAAAAAAAANY/_fk9P1HrBOg/s72-c/post-secret-fart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-6735038423462959723</id><published>2010-01-03T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:38:13.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Classes begin tomorrow, which kicks off the count down of....&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422769850718971058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/S0GMcrrNZLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KOpAZ70DJ_0/s320/graduation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...GRADUATING in 6 months!&lt;/span&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/4855800834587162111-6735038423462959723?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/6735038423462959723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=6735038423462959723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6735038423462959723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6735038423462959723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2010/01/classes-begin-tomorrow-which-kicks-off.html' title=''/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/S0GMcrrNZLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KOpAZ70DJ_0/s72-c/graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-1190154662184103372</id><published>2009-12-23T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:29:40.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE who you LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is currently Christmas break and I am in Okie with the family. Coming home is so heart filling, but this year something has been off and I couldn't quite put a finger on it....that is until yesterday during a coffee date conversation with a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This realization came to me in 3 different forms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) &lt;/strong&gt;I was browsing &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/magazine-more/inside-magazine/your-words/what-you-will-do-differently-this-year-00000000025979/page5.html"&gt;Real Simple&lt;/a&gt; magazine in the dentist's office and came across "What Will You Do Differently in 2010?" It caught my attention so I started to read. Majority of the resolutions were admirable, but there was one in particular that caught my eye and gave me a sense of conviction.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SzMNO06rfKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/D5Tf-y-uM7I/s1600-h/real-simple-magazine-subscription.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418689325030931618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SzMNO06rfKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/D5Tf-y-uM7I/s200/real-simple-magazine-subscription.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m going to put my husband first. We each work two jobs and have family, volunteer, and social commitments, so we’re exhausted at the end of the day. &lt;strong&gt;He deserves the best of me―not what’s left over after I’m done with everything else&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;-Alyssa Rae C. Tillier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) &lt;/strong&gt;While reading C.S. Lewis's &lt;em&gt;The Screwtape Letters&lt;/em&gt;, came across a passage that again, caught my eye and left me with a sense of conviction...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SzMNoRNY64I/AAAAAAAAANA/HQSKbLabmUs/s1600-h/ScrewtapeLetters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418689762122328962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SzMNoRNY64I/AAAAAAAAANA/HQSKbLabmUs/s200/ScrewtapeLetters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"The great thing is to direct the&lt;strong&gt; malice to his immediate neighbours whom he meets every day&lt;/strong&gt; and to thrust his &lt;strong&gt;benevolence out to the remote circumference, to people he does not know&lt;/strong&gt;" (p. 18). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Listening to a CD in my sister's car...a Rascal Flatts song came on...it didn't catch my eye, but it did catch my ear and again, gave me a sense of conviction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SzMOQnLmFzI/AAAAAAAAANI/fIYgkqB3g0g/s1600-h/7531_699552354403_9212173_39315363_202536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418690455215150898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SzMOQnLmFzI/AAAAAAAAANI/fIYgkqB3g0g/s200/7531_699552354403_9212173_39315363_202536_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Love who you love..."&lt;/strong&gt; -Rascal Flatts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what I realized:&lt;/strong&gt; I put my best self out there for the world to see, and leave what's left, the scraps, to the people I love the most. Generally, the scraps aren't very good. Example: After I'm done at internship listening to everyone's problems with an eager, empathetic heart, I come home and have an attitude of "I don't want to care about anyone right now". My mom calls to ask how my day was and I am short, pissy, and not a very loving person to her in return. Why do I give my best to strangers/casual acquaintances and give my worst to the people in my life I truly love, like my mother for example? Why do I do this? Maybe I realize that my family and closest friends will always be there? Whatever it is, I don't like it. In light of the new year, my new years resolution is not to "start a blog and keep up with it" but to &lt;strong&gt;"love who you love"&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;give my best to the bests in my life&lt;/strong&gt;. God. Family. Friends. These are my core. They deserve the best of me, not what's left....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shedding light on my weakness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-1190154662184103372?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/1190154662184103372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=1190154662184103372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/1190154662184103372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/1190154662184103372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-who-you-love.html' title='LOVE who you LOVE'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SzMNO06rfKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/D5Tf-y-uM7I/s72-c/real-simple-magazine-subscription.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-79632939326579205</id><published>2009-10-03T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:29:03.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>entertaining angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call me crazy, but I have had this weird fascination with the Lord's angels lately.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to see one, be near one, interact with one. They are such a mystery to me...another being besides human...a being intimately connected with the Lord...a being with WINGS! Throughout scripture they are depicted as messengers, worshipers, and guardians...strong and powerful through and through. I am absolutely fascinated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we acknowledge God's name, He commands his angels to guard us: Psalm 91:9-12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Ssg6nxPsuEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6nbK7eId0YI/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388621409057290306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Ssg6nxPsuEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6nbK7eId0YI/s320/angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People we randomly run into could be angels: Hebrews 13:1-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Throughout scripture, angels always seem to be on a mission; they always have a purpose. Their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; of purpose could not have just stopped. What are they up to today? Where are they? What are they doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am intrigued by these angels. Absolutely intrigued.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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/4855800834587162111-79632939326579205?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/79632939326579205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=79632939326579205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/79632939326579205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/79632939326579205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/10/angels.html' title='entertaining angels'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Ssg6nxPsuEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6nbK7eId0YI/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-7750176189279397469</id><published>2009-09-17T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:21:00.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>namaste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOGA IS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SrKna15CTpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-druNQaziDk/s1600-h/bikram-yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382548584245907090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SrKna15CTpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-druNQaziDk/s400/bikram-yoga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my new favorite thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-7750176189279397469?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/7750176189279397469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=7750176189279397469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7750176189279397469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7750176189279397469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/09/yoga.html' title='namaste.'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SrKna15CTpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-druNQaziDk/s72-c/bikram-yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-209766391011586672</id><published>2009-09-10T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:27:40.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since summer classes ended and my second summer break began, I have had a few friends come into town for a little weekend visit. It has been fun getting to tour Denver with them, seeing that I am new to the city too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SqjEeq2JaLI/AAAAAAAAALk/b6nbcgok1Iw/s1600-h/Beginning+of+Denver+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379765786070575282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SqjEeq2JaLI/AAAAAAAAALk/b6nbcgok1Iw/s400/Beginning+of+Denver+234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jessica/the sister came over Labor Day weekend. I equate "time with my sister" to "napping" - both are extremely relaxing and refreshing. I cried when I picked her up from the airport, cried when I dropped her off, and laughed A TON in between. I love my sister. &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 align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379765775310831250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SqjEeCw0vpI/AAAAAAAAALc/NjrtzPSAH9Q/s400/Beginning+of+Denver+088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHLEY! Ashley came into town and pretty sure I laughed the entire time. This girl makes my heart happy. Good to have someone in town that really knows me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381879730148284402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SrBHGaNdF_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/hVBW5o9Ae70/s400/Beginning+of+Denver+245.jpg" /&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;Meet Chris. He is one of my best friends from high school. We have KNOWN each other since 2nd grade, but his only memory of me was how I made milk come out of my nose one day during lunch. I WAS a BIZARRE kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Activities: We went to Red Rocks, some factory (te-he), moseyed around Boulder, hopped on a PediCab and participated in Tour de Fat (bike parade - people dress crazy - 2nd favorite memory made in Denver so far), ate at Bump-and-Grind (waiters dress like drag queens &amp;amp; act rude), napped, watched tennish ha, hung out with my friends in Denver, aaaannnndddd....a lot of other random things. When you are with Chris, you never know what is going to happen next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SqjEdRQn28I/AAAAAAAAALU/RAh3RtdSeGs/s1600-h/Beginning+of+Denver+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379765762022431682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SqjEdRQn28I/AAAAAAAAALU/RAh3RtdSeGs/s400/Beginning+of+Denver+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time with Caliece is always filled with good conversation, full of vulnerability and vision. We used to meet once a week to talk about life; I miss those mornings with her. Good times. &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 align="center"&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 align="center"&gt;THANKS FOR COMING TO VISIT !!! &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/4855800834587162111-209766391011586672?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/209766391011586672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=209766391011586672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/209766391011586672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/209766391011586672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-visitor.html' title='hey visitor'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SqjEeq2JaLI/AAAAAAAAALk/b6nbcgok1Iw/s72-c/Beginning+of+Denver+234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-3655789604300635</id><published>2009-09-01T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:52:38.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a hard yet beautiful emotion</title><content type='html'>MISSING WACO: I love this new chapter, don't get me wrong. However, there is a huge part of me that is still in Waco, Texas. There are so many people I love &amp;amp; so many memories made in that city. I am still connected to the past, longing for it to be my present. Why can't I be like Hannah Montana and have the best of both worlds? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SqFxTjzxGMI/AAAAAAAAALM/IdWPvS5LH-s/s1600-h/texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377704010900904130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SqFxTjzxGMI/AAAAAAAAALM/IdWPvS5LH-s/s400/texas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MISSING PEOPLE: It is a hard emotion, but it's also a beautiful emotion, for it proves you have connected with someone to the point of wanting more. To me, this lack of contentment is okay, for the longing of another is one of the most beautiful longings you can have. We are wired to be relational. It is not good for man to be alone. We are lovers of people to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SqFxTcx90iI/AAAAAAAAALE/cLZ9pgCLSU4/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377704009014301218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SqFxTcx90iI/AAAAAAAAALE/cLZ9pgCLSU4/s400/friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently trying to finding contentment in my lack of contentment. Confusing concept...yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In essense, thankful I have people I miss...&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/4855800834587162111-3655789604300635?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/3655789604300635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=3655789604300635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/3655789604300635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/3655789604300635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/09/miss-you.html' title='a hard yet beautiful emotion'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SqFxTjzxGMI/AAAAAAAAALM/IdWPvS5LH-s/s72-c/texas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-6622481298316539193</id><published>2009-08-17T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:22:03.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so glad my friends are here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FINALLY.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SooBbXHFtGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/glnRwai_ulY/s1600-h/5651_556540471596_32507273_32631373_8256453_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371107075164583010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SooBbXHFtGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/glnRwai_ulY/s400/5651_556540471596_32507273_32631373_8256453_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an entire different Denver as of Thursday evening. Everyone from kamp is back in the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has been a nonstop party. Now I remember why I moved here...LOVIN it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-6622481298316539193?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/6622481298316539193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=6622481298316539193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6622481298316539193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6622481298316539193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-glad-my-friends-are-here.html' title='so glad my friends are here.'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SooBbXHFtGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/glnRwai_ulY/s72-c/5651_556540471596_32507273_32631373_8256453_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-3813543180216329148</id><published>2009-08-04T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:30:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clean V unclean</title><content type='html'>I am nervous to post about this because I do not know if I am taking the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Scripture&lt;/span&gt; out of context. So before you read, know that I am not a scholar of the bible. I am simply a reader and a responder. So here is what I read and here is my response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the topics I have been learning in school (race, homosexuality and transgender issues, religion, etc) there are a number of people in this world we tend to keep at a arms distance. They are wrong. We are right. They are dirty. We are clean. Whether it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; or not, we all have a bias against different traditions, cultures, values, and beliefs. What does God say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in Acts, there is a Jew by the name of Peter who approaches a group of Gentiles and says, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are well aware that it is against our law for a Jew to associate with Gentiles or visit them. But God has shown me that I should not call anyone impure or unclean. So when I was sent for, I came without raising any objection." Acts 10:27-29&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is not our duty to label someone impure or unclean. Yes they may live a different lifestyle than us, but that does not mean we can decide who is IN and who is OUT. That is not our role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in Acts 10, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Peter began to speak: 'I now realize how true it is that God does not show favoritism but accepts those from every nation who fear him and do what is right.'" Acts 10:34 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, God does now show favortism. It does not matter where you are from or the color of your skin, as long as you fear God and do what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AV thought: What does "do what is right" mean? I do something wrong everyday. Does that mean I am out? Hmm. We are so quick to judge others that we forget to judge ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many thoughts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-3813543180216329148?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/3813543180216329148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=3813543180216329148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/3813543180216329148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/3813543180216329148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/08/clean-v-unclean.html' title='clean V unclean'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-4391887850634181446</id><published>2009-08-02T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:50:11.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learning tons, carrying tons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been learning a lot about culture &amp;amp; diversity lately; not just in my academic life, but in my spiritual and personal life as well. I have experienced more emotion in the past month than I have in several years. Emotions of anger, sadness, guilt, and desires to make a change and take action. My eyes have been opened to issues of power, privilege, racism, oppression, discrimination, and other situations that are hard to swallow. I used to think I had really thick skin, but apparently there are still some things that can shock me and move me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for these realizations though. I am becoming more in tune with reality, which is SO good. However, when one is in tune with reality, one starts to carry its burden; which is what I have been doing. I have been feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders for the past month, which is not exactly healthy. However if I let it go, I'm afraid I will let go of everything I have learned. I do not want to forget this stuff. I do not want to go back to the thoughts and ideas I used to have. Yes, being in this position of knowing what's real and true is hard, but I would rather know the truth than be in a bubble of bliss that is not in all in tune with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, carrying this burden is exhausting. Yes, I want to change the world but I cannot do it single handedly. We all have a sphere of influence and I commit to doing what I can to impact that sphere. Knowing that takes a lot of the weight off of my shoulders. However, there is still weight to be carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jesus said,&lt;br /&gt;"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to realize I cannot save the world on my own. I need God. I need His strength and His power. I need his encouragement and his hope. I need to know He is in control. I need His bird's eye perspective. I need to understand that this world is messed up which is why we need a Savior in the first place. I need God. I need God. I NEED GOD!!! I will not get through this career, or better yet, this life, without Him. He is my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go. I will counsel you with my loving eye on you" Psalm 32:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, thank you for showing me the way. Thank you for trusting me enough to place the cry of those in need on my heart. Help me to let go of these burdens and give them to you. Thanks for being with me of this journey. Let's do this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-4391887850634181446?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/4391887850634181446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=4391887850634181446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/4391887850634181446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/4391887850634181446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/08/learning-tons-carrying-tons.html' title='learning tons, carrying tons'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-251340710833632501</id><published>2009-07-18T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:33:58.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver = my new home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to my crib in Denver, Colorado! I cannot believe I actually live here! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SmqrlOIBDUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/__NdBj2iK0I/s1600-h/Beginning+of+Denver+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362286962273226050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SmqrlOIBDUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/__NdBj2iK0I/s320/Beginning+of+Denver+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I have been here for about three weeks or so now. My mom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;road tripped&lt;/span&gt; with me from OK to help me move in; so thankful for that. Since I dropped her off at the airport and said goodbye, school has started, papers have been due, and I am an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; grad student. Even though the course load is demanding, I love it. Social Work is what I want to do, so I REALLY want to learn this stuff. I am currently at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaladi&lt;/span&gt; Coffee, a coffee shop near campus. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;baristas&lt;/span&gt; are complimenting an older &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adult's&lt;/span&gt; new hair cut and making her feel like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockstar&lt;/span&gt;. She is eating it up. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I am loving Denver. I must say, having a roommate here is SUCH a blessing; I would be crazy lonely without her. People make life more fun, I am convinced. In &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;addition&lt;/span&gt; to Rachel, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt;, I have a few friends from high school, Baylor, and Kamp. So, I am quite thankful for these connections and relationships here in Denver. They are making this transition 100 times easier :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-251340710833632501?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/251340710833632501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=251340710833632501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/251340710833632501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/251340710833632501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/07/denver-my-new-home.html' title='Denver = my new home'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SmqrlOIBDUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/__NdBj2iK0I/s72-c/Beginning+of+Denver+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-7864346491317358822</id><published>2009-06-29T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:35:52.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson from a Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learned something this weekend: &lt;em&gt;Marriage is a BIG DEAL. &lt;/em&gt;It is not just "hey you're cute let's get married". It is a promise. It is forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend my best friend Taylor got married. For the past four years I have seen her and Browning's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; bloom and it has been a beautiful thing to witness. These two did it right. I have always said I wanted to somehow mirror their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; for they were about other people and not just themselves. During the rehearsal dinner, people were praising God for such great friends and admiring their character and impact towards others. It was a night of praise and celebration. During all the toasts, I had some thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the past I have thrown the idea of marriage around as if it were a toy. (typical Baylor) It was FUN to think about marrying someone. It was FUN to talk about it. In theory, I took this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; seriously; but in reality I did not realize how one's life changes once they say "I do." I am thankful for this realization. I am now aware of the seriousness of this commitment. &lt;em&gt;It is a BIG DEAL&lt;/em&gt;....and with the right person, an GOOD DEAL ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SkmhNpMcTfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BaWQU_bMpis/s1600-h/Summer+674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352986887874956786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SkmhNpMcTfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BaWQU_bMpis/s320/Summer+674.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Therefore if you have any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt; and of one mind. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interest of the others. Philippians 2: 1-4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-7864346491317358822?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/7864346491317358822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=7864346491317358822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7864346491317358822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7864346491317358822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/06/lesson-from-wedding.html' title='Lesson from a Wedding'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SkmhNpMcTfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BaWQU_bMpis/s72-c/Summer+674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-4755445713104788782</id><published>2009-05-07T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:28:29.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dr. seuss still applys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333629075210953938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgTbYpek5NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/o1615JxWTfo/s320/IMG_6030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is finals week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Senior year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I graduate in 9 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is this really reality? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my denial I shall go back to the Dr. Seuss days and post a rhyme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"How did it get so late so soon?&lt;br /&gt;Its night before its afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;December is here before its June.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness how the time has flewn.&lt;br /&gt;How did it get so late so soon? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To answer you question, Dr. Seuss...I have no idea? "boo hoo" - my heart is sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-4755445713104788782?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/4755445713104788782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=4755445713104788782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/4755445713104788782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/4755445713104788782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/05/dr-seuss-still-applys.html' title='dr. seuss still applys'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgTbYpek5NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/o1615JxWTfo/s72-c/IMG_6030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-8477764007446575497</id><published>2009-04-15T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:03:10.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know Where I'm Going</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;During my Senior year in high school after I decided I was going to Baylor, the University sent me a t-shirt that said "I Know Where I'm Going" - They send that t-shirt to the entire incoming freshman class...I have no idea where I placed that shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgTicNGNEwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/on8YaoaV0dA/s1600-h/8219.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333636832893408002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgTicNGNEwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/on8YaoaV0dA/s320/8219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, four year later, "I Know Where I'm Going" again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am going to the University of Denver to get my Masters in Social Work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325063285764484338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SeZs2FJ3bPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eCw1Z1eC0DE/s400/UniversityOfDenver.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I finally made a decision. I am excited, but still a little torn. Knowing I had a chance to stay in Waco, yet consciously made a decision to leave, makes me feel a little guilty. I would never want to leave the people here. However, I am confident in my decision and am excited to be stretched professionally...and be in Colorado :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know where I am going and it feels SOoO good.....&lt;/strong&gt;&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/4855800834587162111-8477764007446575497?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/8477764007446575497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=8477764007446575497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/8477764007446575497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/8477764007446575497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-where-im-going.html' title='I Know Where I&apos;m Going'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgTicNGNEwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/on8YaoaV0dA/s72-c/8219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-1054405420156864179</id><published>2009-04-08T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:58:03.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom from a Starbucks cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sd1kLlXa2YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/84cAdtSDUfo/s1600-h/starbucks-coffee-cup-227x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322520484793473410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sd1kLlXa2YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/84cAdtSDUfo/s400/starbucks-coffee-cup-227x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a person who is hesitant when it comes to committment, I needed to hear this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating - in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anne Morriss, a Starbucks customer&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/4855800834587162111-1054405420156864179?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/1054405420156864179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=1054405420156864179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/1054405420156864179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/1054405420156864179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/04/wisdom-from-starbucks-cup.html' title='wisdom from a Starbucks cup'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sd1kLlXa2YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/84cAdtSDUfo/s72-c/starbucks-coffee-cup-227x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-1229848856297545404</id><published>2009-04-03T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:04:34.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear Denver,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to you on a plane, expecting to feel at home right away...and I was right. The sunset in combination with the mountains welcomed me with open arms. The familiarity of the airport reminded me of the time when I was a kamper...heading to Kanakuk Colorado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Denver,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the University of Denver today, to attend the School of Social Work program geared toward admitted students. I thought I would know the minute I walked onto the campus, which University I was supposed to choose. I was wrong. I was intimidated, fearful, and torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Waco,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have become home. How do I say no to home? How do I say no to people who have become my family? This decision has become a lot harder than I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Denver,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;During the program, a panel of current students were talking. I asked them, "Why DU?" Their answers brought peace. When I took the tour of the building, their focus of clinical social work seemed to match my interests exactly...this too brought peace. Is this the place I am supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need You...I need clarity......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-1229848856297545404?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/1229848856297545404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=1229848856297545404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/1229848856297545404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/1229848856297545404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear.html' title='Dear....'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-4614008129357666781</id><published>2009-03-16T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:23:17.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on a boat - spring break 09</title><content type='html'>How can I describe spring break? It was UNREAL. I have not been that relaxed, had that much fun, and felt so centered in a long time...The pursuit of pleasure...The pursuit of relationships...The pursuit of peace...I could not have dreamt of a better time...I am thankful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6zbfLLMjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ABctfrSsgR0/s1600-h/2645_610890094283_9214134_37462000_5021327_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313881895149974066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6zbfLLMjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ABctfrSsgR0/s400/2645_610890094283_9214134_37462000_5021327_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6zaiWE1cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wUZFKJIhuzk/s1600-h/IMG_5312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313881878821131714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6zaiWE1cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wUZFKJIhuzk/s400/IMG_5312.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/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6zaFxCdBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TS6YypY5rRU/s1600-h/IMG_5548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313881871149593618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6zaFxCdBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TS6YypY5rRU/s400/IMG_5548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6zZ8DRb3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6-s6ufMSn-E/s1600-h/IMG_5593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313881868541718386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6zZ8DRb3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6-s6ufMSn-E/s400/IMG_5593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6x-SMyjRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/64wncY6D6pQ/s1600-h/IMG_5514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313880293939252498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6x-SMyjRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/64wncY6D6pQ/s400/IMG_5514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6x93YiqSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kxLjIsK-dGU/s1600-h/IMG_5353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313880286740785442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6x93YiqSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kxLjIsK-dGU/s400/IMG_5353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6x9nJDvKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9MXzaCy6gDg/s1600-h/IMG_5390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313880282380876962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6x9nJDvKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9MXzaCy6gDg/s400/IMG_5390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6x80oMEkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/v9i17Bh0PKA/s1600-h/IMG_5247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313880268821238338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6x80oMEkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/v9i17Bh0PKA/s400/IMG_5247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6x8l4oV7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/6AqXHXo-59A/s1600-h/IMG_5243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313880264863668146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6x8l4oV7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/6AqXHXo-59A/s400/IMG_5243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4855800834587162111-4614008129357666781?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/4614008129357666781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=4614008129357666781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/4614008129357666781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/4614008129357666781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-on-boat-spring-break-09.html' title='i&apos;m on a boat - spring break 09'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Sb6zbfLLMjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ABctfrSsgR0/s72-c/2645_610890094283_9214134_37462000_5021327_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-6470132532341670627</id><published>2009-03-01T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:19:12.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SING 2009 and Graduate School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgPO1OspR2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ASJhDSI6ti4/s1600-h/av2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgPO1OspR2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ASJhDSI6ti4/s200/av2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333333797610538850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night. Last moment to ever be on stage. I screamed when I hit our final pose. It felt so good to give it my all and to soak in that last performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made PIGSKIN! We yelled so loud and hard, as if we didn't think we would make it (which was a definite possibility ha.) I am so thankful. I feel okay leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ChiO&lt;/span&gt; now, knowing the future is bright. The talk of the campus is, "How in the heck did Pi Phi not make Pigskin?" Oh SING drama...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to getting into Pigskin, found out this Wednesday that I got into grad school at the University of Denver. I am going to go visit in early April with my parents. Waco V Denver. Where will I be? I have a decision to make! At least I have options...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unknown is exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-6470132532341670627?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/6470132532341670627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=6470132532341670627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6470132532341670627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6470132532341670627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/03/sing-2009-and-graduate-school.html' title='SING 2009 and Graduate School'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgPO1OspR2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ASJhDSI6ti4/s72-c/av2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-6836531933031906558</id><published>2009-02-16T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:22:34.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prank Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgPPZgMu1vI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Rf2_3Vt4s2g/s1600-h/av3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgPPZgMu1vI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Rf2_3Vt4s2g/s200/av3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333334420783814386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Friday night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Jenne&lt;/span&gt; and I were &lt;strong&gt;feeling random&lt;/strong&gt;, as usual, and decided to stop by Aaron and Anthony's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we saw a TON of cars. They had a party and didn't invite us!? Rude. So we decided (well actually I decided) that it would be a fun idea to &lt;strong&gt;bang on the front door and run&lt;/strong&gt;. So we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BANG BANG BANG and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RUUUUNNNN&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;we walked around the entire house and banged on every single window&lt;/strong&gt;. We were really obnoxious and loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they aren't home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were standing by the front door deciding what to do next the front door opens, &lt;strong&gt;"What the heck are you doing!?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; sprinted to the back of the house to hide. I circled around until I could see who the person was. The first thing I saw was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jenne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;squatting&lt;/span&gt; in the grass like a lawn gnome. The second thing I see is a bunch of people &lt;strong&gt;we do not know&lt;/strong&gt; gathered on the front porch of this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw it is just a bunch of girls!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people were terrified. For all they knew, we were some gangster people trying to break in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; sorry we thought this was someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; house. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; sorry!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scared the crap out those people. I still cannot believe that actually happened. so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-6836531933031906558?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/6836531933031906558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=6836531933031906558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6836531933031906558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6836531933031906558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/02/ring-and-run-gone-bad.html' title='Prank Gone Bad'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgPPZgMu1vI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Rf2_3Vt4s2g/s72-c/av3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-2719604265896887274</id><published>2009-02-06T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:36:13.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeing In Public</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Funny story of the night:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is in town.&lt;br /&gt;We go out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Nice restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Great food.&lt;br /&gt;Great conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;A woman walks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woman: &lt;em&gt;"Are you as full as I am?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;"Are you talking to me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woman:&lt;em&gt; "Ya!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;"Well, actually I'm not too full...comfortable though. Are you full?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woman: &lt;em&gt;"Oh my God yes. I am stuffed!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get out of the stall and see this middle aged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chick. She is pretty and super friendly. I am just going along with her conversation and chatting it up. As I start to wash my hands, &lt;strong&gt;this lady out of no where pulls down her pants and starts going to the bathroom....&lt;/strong&gt;right in front of me...door wide open...oh and our conversation is still going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look at her...Do I talk to her...errr...HELP! WHAT DO I DO?!? I just tried to ignore the fact that a complete stranger was peeing right in front of me. After a few more words we bid our farewells and I walked out dying with laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about challenging your social norms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-2719604265896887274?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/2719604265896887274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=2719604265896887274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2719604265896887274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2719604265896887274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/02/peeing-in-public.html' title='Peeing In Public'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-2503384185802348037</id><published>2009-02-05T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:06:56.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi Omega Slideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This &lt;strong&gt;link&lt;/strong&gt; I am posting is a &lt;strong&gt;video&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;summarizes my 4 years at Baylor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SY0nJMOb8gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GOPJwjP2Ycs/s1600-h/Fall+Break+07!+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299935375339024898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SY0nJMOb8gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GOPJwjP2Ycs/s320/Fall+Break+07!+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SY0lqOQa1GI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Y2jqwXu3s9U/s1600-h/IMG_5028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299933743796638818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SY0lqOQa1GI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Y2jqwXu3s9U/s320/IMG_5028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SY0kxfE1mDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JKsoHalGmME/s1600-h/n9214134_37111750_4818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299932769058920498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SY0kxfE1mDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JKsoHalGmME/s320/n9214134_37111750_4818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pledged Chi Omega in the Spring of 2006 and met the greatest girls ever. For your entertainment...Seniors 09. &lt;strong&gt;Click and Cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBj-AvZiOeU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBj-AvZiOeU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/4855800834587162111-2503384185802348037?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/2503384185802348037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=2503384185802348037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2503384185802348037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2503384185802348037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/02/chi-omega-slideshow.html' title='Chi Omega Slideshow'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SY0nJMOb8gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GOPJwjP2Ycs/s72-c/Fall+Break+07!+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-2793097462979432348</id><published>2009-01-14T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:25:26.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you go to Baylor when...</title><content type='html'>You know you go to Baylor when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You have had 4 candle passings since Christmas Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) SING practice is later on Wednesdays so you can go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A professor cancels class to lead a revival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add 'em when I see 'em. That's all I have for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-2793097462979432348?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/2793097462979432348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=2793097462979432348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2793097462979432348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2793097462979432348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-you-go-to-baylor-when.html' title='You know you go to Baylor when...'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-2202240933842464918</id><published>2009-01-11T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:11:23.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Monster</title><content type='html'>Spring semester starts tomorrow. Last semester of school! A good group of us decided to celebrate our last night of Christmas break by going to see Bride Wars. Danielle LOVED the movie, you should ask her about it. Ha. Direct quote from Danielle - "This movie sucks." Haha. I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Ashley and I go to Cheddars to get their famous Cookie Monster. When we sit down our waiter comes and this is when my little story starts. Our waiter looked at me, got really excited, and went in for the hug. I have no idea who the guy is? He said some things about how happy he was to see me, how it has been so long, etc. Again, I have no idea who the guy is...but I hugged him anyway and went along with it. Ashley thought this was the funniest thing ever and proceeded to laugh hysterically. He comes back with our water and I ask him how we know eachother. He said we had Journalism together. I have never taken Journalism. I mean, he did look familiar, but I had no idea what he was talking about. It was so funny. He sat down in the booth with me and just proceeded to chat it up. He was the nicest guy ever, but I just couldn't figure out whether he was joking or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgTl-BH4GbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e-cBOJOQCxc/s1600-h/cookie-monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333640712329632178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgTl-BH4GbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e-cBOJOQCxc/s320/cookie-monster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, the Cookie Monster was on the house. FREE! A little awkward, but who cares, it was FREE! What a guy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-2202240933842464918?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/2202240933842464918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=2202240933842464918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2202240933842464918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2202240933842464918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/01/cookie-monster.html' title='Cookie Monster'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgTl-BH4GbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e-cBOJOQCxc/s72-c/cookie-monster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-7065452051113618238</id><published>2009-01-10T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:19:32.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just want to be alone...</title><content type='html'>I just want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my own space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I share a room, so I do not have my own space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number one thing I want and crave is not attainable. I am going crazy inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-7065452051113618238?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/7065452051113618238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=7065452051113618238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7065452051113618238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7065452051113618238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-want-to-be-alone.html' title='i just want to be alone...'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-6623468685682104822</id><published>2009-01-04T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:16:01.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'm a prostitute?</title><content type='html'>When: Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Where: Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Who: Jessica, Sydni, Julian, Andrea (me)&lt;br /&gt;What: An awkward moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us are sitting down drinking our coffee when a man approaches us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude but the clothes that you are wearing are evil in the sight of the Lord. It is very prostitute like and provokes men..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on but Julian interrupted him, "Okay...Bye...Bye...Bye..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it was a cold day (for Oklahoma) so we are all bundled up in coats, scarves, etc. I was wearing a turtle neck. I don't get it. Maybe it was the skinny jeans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to start wearing gencos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-6623468685682104822?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/6623468685682104822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=6623468685682104822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6623468685682104822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6623468685682104822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-sunday-afternoon-where-starbucks.html' title='I guess I&apos;m a prostitute?'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-6269352080439473947</id><published>2009-01-03T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:30:56.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year to remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tiffany calls me around 10:00 am on New Years Eve. I do not answer because I am still asleep. I then get a text message...I guess I can read that...The message was from Tiff and it said, "Call me immediately!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I call her, not knowing what to expect. She answers and asks if I would want to go camping instead of going downtown for New Years. Some of our guy friends were passing through Edmond and were setting up camp in Jasper, Arkansas. If we wanted to get there @ a decent time, we needed to leave fairly soon. I immediately said YES. It sounded so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jess and I met at Tiffany's around 3. We picked up Jen in Tulsa and headed toward Arkansas. Tiffany was a baller navigator with her atlas. The whole way there I was dreading the cold. It was around 30 degrees that night and I did not pack enough to be warm. I was prepared to be miserable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We meet the boys in Jasper, and we headed towards our camp site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The stars were beautiful. The trees were numerous. The moon was smiling. The company was great. The outline of the mountains was visible. I was excited to see what was around us in the daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We hung out by the campfire, made jiffy popcorn &amp;amp; smores, and played The Best of 2008. We welcomed in the new year with a countdown. Typically you are surrounded by chaos and noise during New Years, but tonight it was just the sounds of the fire, the wind, and our conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a heat warmer in the tent. Jen caught it on fire. Fumes of plastic filled the tent. We all died. Not really. But the fire really did happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7 in one tent + the generous donations of clothing from Jess made for a much warmer night than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up on top of Justin's pillow. Oops. Sorry Justin. I went back to sleep. Woke up. Jen and I were the only ones still sleeping. We get up and the boys are making us breakfast: breakfast burritos. My favorite :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We eat, get in our hiking/rock climbing gear, and drive to our destination...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287142058119169138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SV-zsHs4hHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-1w5QX6TrLs/s200/IMG_4916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287142044397956946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SV-zrUlfb1I/AAAAAAAAADw/wqGGrJ1VbNI/s200/IMG_4912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287142027591687090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SV-zqV-kG7I/AAAAAAAAADg/G8_uuIYbNLE/s200/IMG_4903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287142038839858930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SV-zq_4VlvI/AAAAAAAAADo/i5GNURHRHe4/s200/IMG_4904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SV-zq_4VlvI/AAAAAAAAADo/i5GNURHRHe4/s1600-h/IMG_4904.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we are hiking, rock climbing, and enjoying the day. That is until Jess got hurt..........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jess was just messing around and climbing some rocks when she slipped and fell an estimated 20 feet and broke her leg. We called 911, called her parents, and tried our best to handle the situation. We were in the middle of nowhere so it took some time for the search and rescue team to find us. Jess was in so much pain. In order to distract herself from her leg, she started talking about all the good things in this world. Her true colors were shining more than ever. She is such a beautiful soul. They put her on a stretcher, gave her some morphine, &amp;amp; took her to the hospital. Her leg made an S shape and it was covered in shades of blue and grey. The doctor confirmed that she did brake her leg, both her tib and fib. There were many more details to this event that I don't want to actually type out. But it was a long day to say the least. We decided to drive home that night instead of sleeping in the cold again....Back to Oklahoma we went...I will not ever forget this New Years. It was so good to be in the mountains; I felt so relaxed and free. In addition to seeing my friend in such extreme pain; it was hard to watch. It was a bittersweet beginning to 2009. What's next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-6269352080439473947?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/6269352080439473947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=6269352080439473947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6269352080439473947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6269352080439473947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-to-remember.html' title='a new year to remember...'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SV-zsHs4hHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-1w5QX6TrLs/s72-c/IMG_4916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-4910169052400275001</id><published>2008-12-29T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:23:00.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heavenly creature V hellish creature</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how much a difference it makes when you choose to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it has become a habit for me to complain or be short with people lately.&lt;br /&gt;But when you choose to respond in a loving way, people generally repond in a loving way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...everytime you make a choice you are turning the central part of you, the part of you what chooses, into something a little different from what it was before....all your life long you are slowly turning this central thing either into a heavenly creature or into a hellish creature...each of us at each moment is progressing to the one state or the other..." C.S. Lewis &lt;em&gt;Mere Christianity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mere Christianity&lt;/em&gt; was an assigned text for my Philosophy class. Great course; great book. Anyway, whenever I first read that passage, I thought, well crap....If each choice you make leads you to the person you are going to become, I am not becoming a very great person. My choices lately have not been the best. My thoughts and behavior towards others need to change. I have lost my positivity and my carefree love towards others. I must take a step in the right direction and start being the person I want to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always love, hate will get you everytime..." -Nada Surf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-4910169052400275001?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/4910169052400275001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=4910169052400275001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/4910169052400275001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/4910169052400275001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2008/12/heavenly-creature-v-hellish-creature.html' title='heavenly creature V hellish creature'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-2120437526408562467</id><published>2008-12-28T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:16:42.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>high school reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgTnODR-SGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TKXIvk436ro/s1600-h/IMG_4884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333642087298386018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgTnODR-SGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TKXIvk436ro/s320/IMG_4884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a group of girlfriends in high school. There were 5 of us: Kali, Kelsey, Carley, Laura, and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as of this Christmas break, Laura is engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fiance is in town, so we thought it would be a good idea to all go to dinner, meet the boy, and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet @ Cafe Nova on Western. 8:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get there a little late...8:07 - I call Kelsey to see where she is. She is inside and said she would meet me by the front door. I got out of my car, see Kelsey and give her a big hug. We start to walk as she leads me to where we are sitting. When we get to our table I see everyone I expected...plus a few more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls brought a date with them. Awesome. I did NOT get the date memo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, miss single Andrea sitting down with the couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha gotta love that ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-2120437526408562467?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/2120437526408562467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=2120437526408562467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2120437526408562467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2120437526408562467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-group-of-girlfriends-in-high.html' title='high school reunion'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/SgTnODR-SGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TKXIvk436ro/s72-c/IMG_4884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-2514352472060767012</id><published>2008-12-08T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:05:37.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saw an old friend...</title><content type='html'>So I'm driving on Bagby today when I see my friend Cassie Jo from Kamp! She was running on the side of the road and I have not seen her ALL semester so I thought it would be a good idea to pull over, get out of the car, and attack her with a huge hug. Like I said, I have not seen her ALL semester so I was really excited when I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Cassie Jo, Where have you been!!!"&lt;br /&gt;'Cassie Jo': "uh, I'm really sweaty..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her the biggest hug, look her in the eye, and realize IT IS NOT CASSIE JO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Leigh Anne. Awesome mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Leigh Anne? Oh my gosh, I thought you were someone else. Do you know Cassie Jo?"&lt;br /&gt;Leigh Anne: "No."&lt;br /&gt;me: "Well you look just like her. Well, um, have a good run...see ya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYYY! Why did I not realize who it was until AFTER I hugged her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need contacts....or a brain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-2514352472060767012?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/2514352472060767012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=2514352472060767012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2514352472060767012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2514352472060767012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2008/12/saw-old-friend.html' title='saw an old friend...'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-6925487548059573662</id><published>2008-11-27T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:05:49.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>80 years of thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>it is my grandma pick's 80th birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also happens to be thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle roger drove down from missouri to suprise her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got the whole thing on camera: noise makers, hugs, smiling, and then her face of suprise when she saw my uncle. it was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked my mom why we didn't throw her a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom said she wanted to, but all her friends are dying so the party would be small! so WEIRD. right now, all my friends are getting engaged, then the baby phase will start, i cant imagine the death phase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang andrea, way to get morbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankful to be alive. happy thanksgiving!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-6925487548059573662?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/6925487548059573662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=6925487548059573662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6925487548059573662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6925487548059573662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2008/11/80-years-of-thanksgiving.html' title='80 years of thanksgiving'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-7457198508831805844</id><published>2008-11-17T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:45:31.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got hit on today...</title><content type='html'>SO, I am at the Toyota dealership getting my oil changed.&lt;br /&gt;They said it would take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt; 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;So I sit down at a table and do some stuff for school.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my studies I say, "Hey self, you need to use the restroom!"&lt;br /&gt;So I go to the bathroom, do my thing, and when I come back there is a foreign piece of paper by my stuff...&lt;br /&gt;It is a tiny piece of paper ripped off of a bigger piece of paper and it says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emanuel&lt;br /&gt;498-4021&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel like talking hit me up.&lt;br /&gt;You left b4 I could say hi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and yes, he said "b4"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. What a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-7457198508831805844?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/7457198508831805844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=7457198508831805844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7457198508831805844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7457198508831805844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-hit-on-today.html' title='i got hit on today...'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-2677232211964545094</id><published>2008-11-05T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:07:44.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"you can vote however you like"</title><content type='html'>Obama V McCain.&lt;br /&gt;Obama wins.&lt;br /&gt;I am experiencing history.&lt;br /&gt;Whether I voted for him or not,&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a special time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-2677232211964545094?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/2677232211964545094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=2677232211964545094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2677232211964545094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/2677232211964545094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-can-vote-however-you-like.html' title='&quot;you can vote however you like&quot;'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-1511802542286330645</id><published>2008-01-23T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:10:14.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>computer lab. needing tab (the energy drink)</title><content type='html'>i forgot this existed until rachel reminded me she was updating hers. who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am in the computer lab of moody writing my first 2 editorials for my policy class. woop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to see patrick dodd play in concert tonight. he is a baller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt wertz is coming for the omega kids concert on friday - stephanie holford shall appear for a visit then too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must continue my productiveness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-1511802542286330645?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/1511802542286330645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=1511802542286330645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/1511802542286330645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/1511802542286330645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2008/01/computer-lab-needing-tab-energy-drink.html' title='computer lab. needing tab (the energy drink)'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-7649049818122234010</id><published>2007-06-18T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:20:04.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>office work - haven't gone bazerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the San Juan Mountains - the Los Pinos River - hot summer days - cool summer nights - yummy food - kids laughing - twinkling stars - vunerability - spirituality - crushes - the distraction of crushes - struggles - exhaustion - encouragment - love - cotton blizzards - paint parties - trash the hut dances - two steppin - competition - being challanged - being called - investing in lives - getting cranky - rock climbing - river rafting - back packing -  fly fishing - mountain biking - the adventures on time off - funny friends - butterflies - running - answering phones - dealing with mail - attempting to be organized - talking on the intercom - praying with friends - missing home - missing people - the joy of getting mail - the joy of the Lord &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Kanakuk Colorado 2007 - I'm LOVING it :) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/RnbJQ7pIxvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NJYTf3QXlV8/s1600-h/kco+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077466922632136434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/RnbJQ7pIxvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NJYTf3QXlV8/s320/kco+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-7649049818122234010?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/7649049818122234010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=7649049818122234010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7649049818122234010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/7649049818122234010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2007/06/office-work-havent-gone-bazerk.html' title='office work - haven&apos;t gone bazerk'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/RnbJQ7pIxvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NJYTf3QXlV8/s72-c/kco+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-3835311766651328074</id><published>2007-04-18T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:06:55.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pondering true love in the a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/RiXfkFntfpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lR-ByAXT0sk/s1600-h/n49700265_31014730_3576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054691967870271122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/RiXfkFntfpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lR-ByAXT0sk/s320/n49700265_31014730_3576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it is a late night again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for no reason really. i was at the library past midnight, but now it is 3:49 and in between getting ready for bed and finishing Pride and Prejudice, hours past and here i am with two cans of diet coke and a tall cup of coffee in my system that is currently keeping me quite awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am meeting with my boon taylor in 4 hours. 8 o'clock a.m. i love wednesday mornings. there is something about pursuing the day that is rather responsible. i like being responsible, considering that it doesn't happen too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie tonight reminded me of a Donald Miller quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i heard once that real love doesnt ask what is in it for me; it just gives unconditionally. it just tries to take the weight out of somebody else's pack, lessen his load, and if it gets reciprocated, that's great, but that isnt what you did it for."- Through Painted Deserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, Mr. Darcy goes out of his way to take the load off of the Bennet family...or to directly quote "take the weight out of somebody else's pack, lessen his load..."He states later in the movie that, "surely you must know, i did it all for you" as he was speaking to Miss Elizabeth. He was not expecting a response or a reaction. He simply did these things out of love. True Love. He was not in it for himself, but only for the betterment of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that is true. Will i ever know it? Shall i ever comprehend its depth. It seems to be a beautiful thing to give, give, give out of love and expect not ONE thing in return...Oh to love someone so much that you would do anything for them and that alone would be enough...that alone would be fulfilling. One day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, i shall learn to love unconditionally. Not thinking, "what's in it for me" or any other selfish motives but to love wholeheartedly - a divine interaction with my thoughts and my actions shall allow my loving to be easier. For Jesus loved reguardless. I have conditional tendencies, but with the help of the spirit, i can experience True Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is now 4:02. i am going to attempt to sleep. sleep deep to my mind. oh yes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-3835311766651328074?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/3835311766651328074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=3835311766651328074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/3835311766651328074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/3835311766651328074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2007/04/pondering-true-love-in-am.html' title='pondering true love in the a.m.'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/RiXfkFntfpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lR-ByAXT0sk/s72-c/n49700265_31014730_3576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-4181045474314274114</id><published>2007-04-12T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:15:50.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wart medicine. good conversation.</title><content type='html'>My knee is fine. PTL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is currently 3:06 a.m. on a thursday. i cannot sleep for the life of me. i think it is because i drank coffee at 9:45ish...ya, probably so...too bad i have no homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got coffee with joy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;BT with hiller and warren.&lt;br /&gt;lunch with taylor, molly, and hiller.&lt;br /&gt;deep cleaned the house.&lt;br /&gt;skipped tennis class.&lt;br /&gt;got pony tail holders and wart medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a productive day. i learned alot from conversations...for instance hiller was talking on the BT and said "i try to treat everyone special because they ARE my brothers and sisters, i mean i try to..." and that just tied in with what ann langhorne was saying...about making people feel super special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have the ability to make or break a person. we have that power. we can either slam their self esteem or boost their ego to the max. let's make everyone feel like a super star. i mean, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the colors were really pretty outside today...i like life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-4181045474314274114?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/4181045474314274114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=4181045474314274114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/4181045474314274114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/4181045474314274114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2007/04/wart-medicine-good-conversation.html' title='wart medicine. good conversation.'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-6953173393394720427</id><published>2007-03-16T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:28:53.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busta move. busta knee.</title><content type='html'>spring break 07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;st. patricks day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;woo hoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this celebration. all this hype. it's kinda funny. people will be eating/drinking green things all day. but why? i don't really get it. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to keystone this break with klife. drove a big charter bus. 22 hours. sheesh. but it was so much fun. it felt so good to be around all those people. high school was so funny and it just took me back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Rft5rj3rZnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FCjCZg_IAXA/s1600-h/n504251456_28652_2155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042757997041510002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Rft5rj3rZnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FCjCZg_IAXA/s320/n504251456_28652_2155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there was one thing i was not expecting to happen during this trip...in the first 15 minutes of skiing, i got caught in some powder, took an ugly fall, felt my knee twist, had to be skiing down the mountain on this sled-like thing. i looked like a dead wrapped up corpse. it was hysterical. but ya, it's the same knee that i tore my ACL on. so i am guessing it was just a little weak? i dont know. but i got an MRI wednesday night and now we are just waiting for the results...i really hope this does not lead to surgery...i really really really hope...&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/4855800834587162111-6953173393394720427?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/6953173393394720427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=6953173393394720427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6953173393394720427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/6953173393394720427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2007/03/busta-move-busta-knee.html' title='busta move. busta knee.'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/Rft5rj3rZnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FCjCZg_IAXA/s72-c/n504251456_28652_2155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855800834587162111.post-8972015595036930647</id><published>2007-03-16T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:46:17.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second blog. first post.'/><title type='text'>second blog. first post.</title><content type='html'>I used to have a blog...a xanga...but i think it is about time for something new...so here i am...we shall see how it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855800834587162111-8972015595036930647?l=redhatharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/feeds/8972015595036930647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855800834587162111&amp;postID=8972015595036930647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/8972015595036930647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855800834587162111/posts/default/8972015595036930647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhatharry.blogspot.com/2007/03/second-blog-first-post.html' title='second blog. first post.'/><author><name>AV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680279469285127285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIoe77Ve7aw/TOy0L5Xh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLiyro76Kw8/S220/jess%2Bgraham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
