<?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-4720638679886136945</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:47:46.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on, It's a Bumpy Ride</title><subtitle type='html'>We're all doing this thing called life, but we weren't meant to do it alone. Share what you're learning, and I'll try to do the same. It may seem pointless or random at times, but that's ok...that's life. Just take a deep breath, hold on, and enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8384621013069938021</id><published>2010-01-25T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:21:37.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black &amp; Gold Superbowl!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, I am very, very, very, very behind on blogging. But that is not as important today as the historical, monumental moment that happened this week -- THE SAINTS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!!! woohoo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/S14m73VTZcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jyNWxDWaAg8/s1600-h/Saints+SuperBowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430821010562835906" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/S14m73VTZcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jyNWxDWaAg8/s200/Saints+SuperBowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/S14m7gqp9MI/AAAAAAAAAco/OTEJ8AmP8Zk/s1600-h/Brees.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430821004478379202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/S14m7gqp9MI/AAAAAAAAAco/OTEJ8AmP8Zk/s200/Brees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Way to go boys! We couldn't be more proud. The city erupted in fireworks and yelling, and as all phone service shut down because of the overwhelming amount of people calling and texting, there was no greater feeling than a well-deserving team finally making it to the big show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the NFC Champions! WHO DAT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8384621013069938021?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8384621013069938021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8384621013069938021' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8384621013069938021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8384621013069938021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-gold-superbowl.html' title='Black &amp; Gold Superbowl!!!'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/S14m73VTZcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jyNWxDWaAg8/s72-c/Saints+SuperBowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-3725995594068837236</id><published>2009-11-17T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:24:22.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win-Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahhh, my favorite place to be during a category 1 or tropical storm...is the lake. If the flood gates are closed, the adventure comes from climbing over the levee. If they're not closed, then you get to drive to the middle and get splashed by the enormous waves, which are nonexistent any other time of the year. My two favorite waves of the night include the one that moved the car and the one that made the kid disappear.  (I have it on video if you need proof) :)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a Win-Win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SwNKLxer4BI/AAAAAAAAAcY/OWIFEi-VFZg/s1600/100_6420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405245543895785490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SwNKLxer4BI/AAAAAAAAAcY/OWIFEi-VFZg/s200/100_6420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SwNLs-KO3tI/AAAAAAAAAcg/1fVtFjufjDg/s1600/100_6388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405247213746970322" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SwNLs-KO3tI/AAAAAAAAAcg/1fVtFjufjDg/s200/100_6388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Plus, we got of school Monday in case it flooded, and it never even rained. Yay for days off!&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/4720638679886136945-3725995594068837236?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/3725995594068837236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=3725995594068837236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3725995594068837236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3725995594068837236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/11/win-win.html' title='Win-Win'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SwNKLxer4BI/AAAAAAAAAcY/OWIFEi-VFZg/s72-c/100_6420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-1577928100619539238</id><published>2009-11-09T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:28:36.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't settle for just achieving "the good life," because the good life is not good enough. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can have a lot to live &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and still have nothing to live &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aim instead for "the better life." Figure out what you love to do--what God gave you a heart to do--and then do it for his glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(-Rick Warren)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-1577928100619539238?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/1577928100619539238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=1577928100619539238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1577928100619539238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1577928100619539238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-to-life.html' title='More to Life'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-4547059093886486550</id><published>2009-09-20T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:46:11.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love NOLA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you ever have those days when you just really love where you are? You love the city, the people, the culture? I feel that way about New Orleans a lot. I've had more and more of these days lately, and today was one of them. It's funny because I actually feel sorry for people who aren't here. Don't get me wrong--life is not always easy here. It's hard sometimes to find good friends or to find good parking :) But overall, I love it. Yes, I've talked about leaving from time to time, but the problem is that as soon as I come back, I'm immediately addicted again. Other cities also have cool things to do and gorgeous architecture and things that are unique to their city, but there's something different about NOLA. It has a culture that you can't find anywhere else, and I love it. Plus, there are always new and interesting things to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love that I get to drive by the Superdome every morning on the way to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbWeFVLUxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tBk-FNDIqO0/s1600-h/super+dome+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383726216883426066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbWeFVLUxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tBk-FNDIqO0/s200/super+dome+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love Uptown and the Garden District. I love the huge oaks that make all streets into little tunnels and how their branches dip down to a few feet off the ground at times as if they're providing extra seating :) And I love the streetcars and the new "lil easy" bus line-haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbW-vPR4zI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vkk7oi0wBw8/s1600-h/uptown.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383726777888793394" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbW-vPR4zI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vkk7oi0wBw8/s200/uptown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbW90tXKLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/X-FkUVm3g-M/s1600-h/streetcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383726762177276082" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbW90tXKLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/X-FkUVm3g-M/s200/streetcar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love the random entertainment, like Bag of Donuts (the best coverband ever) and the random musicians that can be found on almost any street corner. I love the little theaters that show the classics at 12 everyday, complete with Looney Tunes special features, a host who was around when the movie originally released, and intermission halfway through the movie. (Hello Dolly was the show for the day, by the way, and it was such a fun experience.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbW-J5jR2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/HD0LEJ60SHU/s1600-h/hello+dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383726767865546594" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbW-J5jR2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/HD0LEJ60SHU/s200/hello+dolly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbWduQMEBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/U6N9vhCzvbg/s1600-h/Bag+of+Donuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383726210688487442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbWduQMEBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/U6N9vhCzvbg/s200/Bag+of+Donuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love that the city feels like a team with frequent pep rallies, despite the fact that there are so many people with so many differences. For example, every year the city picks artistic project and there's a city-wide effort make it happen. This year, the theme was streetcars, so there are over a hundred streetcars placed around the city painted by local artists, each representing the area where it's place. Or what about the fleur de lis? It's always been a symbol for New Orleans, but since Katrina, it's turned into a symbol of rebuilding and rebirth. Every house, car, and article of clothing in the city has it at some point, making us all feel as though we're connected somehow. We're all joined by the fact that 'we are new orleans.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbWeyMCyuI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Jak9TE9xyR0/s1600-h/fleur+de+lis.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383726228924713698" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbWeyMCyuI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Jak9TE9xyR0/s200/fleur+de+lis.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, this all seems pretty cheesy. But if you've ever had a sports team or been a part of something that you were truly passionate about, then you know how I feel. And if you don't know what I'm talking about, then you should definitely come spend some time in New Orleans. I promise you won't regret it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-4547059093886486550?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/4547059093886486550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=4547059093886486550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4547059093886486550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4547059093886486550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-nola.html' title='I Love NOLA...'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrbWeFVLUxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tBk-FNDIqO0/s72-c/super+dome+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8810268142993833415</id><published>2009-09-19T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:14:13.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things are going much better than last week. As I said the kids are slowing catching on to how things are going to work this year, so hopefully they'll keep getting better and better. (I can hope-haha) As promised last time, here are the pics from the past few weekends:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUbE5UicgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2C6KZwnSa1c/s1600-h/1+(43).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383238700511687170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUbE5UicgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2C6KZwnSa1c/s200/1+(43).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUbENrKCHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GAZJODWVRYI/s1600-h/1+(30).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383238688795396210" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUbENrKCHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GAZJODWVRYI/s200/1+(30).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rock climbing=good times :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUbEqRtodI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9VXFPHn93pc/s1600-h/1+(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383238696473305554" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUbEqRtodI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9VXFPHn93pc/s200/1+(36).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking a risk - climbing without the harness :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For Labor Day, we grilled out in the park, which was an experience in itself. It all started with us buying a cheap grill on the way, so you can only imagine where the day went from there. But it turned out surprisingly well. Despite the off and on rain, we hung out, ate, and played ultimate frisbee - so the day was pretty good overall. We even got to hang out with some new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUbFXLQtII/AAAAAAAAAbI/8Rd7XUGQ8oE/s1600-h/1+(64).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383238708525839490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUbFXLQtII/AAAAAAAAAbI/8Rd7XUGQ8oE/s200/1+(64).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Us "monitoring" the grill - haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUcrR09B0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9E5qFXw5F-g/s1600-h/Bag+of+Donuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383240459436754754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUcrR09B0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9E5qFXw5F-g/s200/Bag+of+Donuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to go see our favorite cover band of all time - Bag of Donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUbDkIGIdI/AAAAAAAAAao/rsMGu-pNQds/s1600-h/1+(55).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383238677642486226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUbDkIGIdI/AAAAAAAAAao/rsMGu-pNQds/s200/1+(55).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also, I went home for my sister's birthday and got to hang out with my nephews for a while. Notice Grady is ALWAYS wearing his football pads, gloves, helmet, or some type of sports equipment. He's so funny :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As if this weren't enough, I got to hang out this week with my best friend Court while she was in town for a seminar. Hopefully, we'll all be grilling out again in a little bit. And even more importantly - I finished doing progress reports! yay! Now on to finishing lesson plans and prepping for the next week. I have to get everything done before Friday, when I fly out to see more friends! I'm always up for something to look forward to - haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, as Kidd Kraddick says, keep looking up, 'cause that's where it's at :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8810268142993833415?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8810268142993833415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8810268142993833415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8810268142993833415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8810268142993833415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/09/looking-up.html' title='Looking Up'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SrUbE5UicgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2C6KZwnSa1c/s72-c/1+(43).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-6212069259060316114</id><published>2009-09-07T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:00:03.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Doing So Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I'm not doing a good job at all of keeping up with the blog now that I have a job where I never sit down and then come home exhausted - not that I'm giving excuses :) Don't get me wrong. School has been good. Slowly...very slowly...the kids are getting into a routine. Plus, it's been a challenge because every class I teach was previously taught by people that let the kids just have free time. And since I'm not giving free time, you can see how this would be a challenge :) But the kids will either catch on soon or they'll be in EXCELLENT shape due to running laps and doing jumping jacks when they don't follow instructions the first time they are given :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will say that weekends have been fun when I have enough energy to function :) Between rock climing, movies in the park, fun cover bands, grilling out, and ultimate frisbee in the park, the weekends have tried to make up for the weekdays when I have no life :) I'll post pics soon of some of the fun weekend activities. Plus, I got to go home last week and see the family, which is always fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So until the pics are posted and until the next blog...PERSEVERE. (That's mostly for me-haha) This too shall pass...and/or get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conventiently, the memory verse for my class last week was John 16:33 - "In this world you will have many trials. But take heart, for I have overcome the world." :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-6212069259060316114?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/6212069259060316114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=6212069259060316114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6212069259060316114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6212069259060316114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-doing-so-well.html' title='Not Doing So Well'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-6268584513677156069</id><published>2009-08-09T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:20:18.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer Remix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, now that I've officially had a two-month hiatus, I guess it's time to get back into a regular routine and give an update on the summer. The best and biggest part of the summer was, of course, SuperWow. Here's a small taste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9RshSuwuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/oEw8o3TJLqk/s1600-h/100_5422.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368099106141946594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9RshSuwuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/oEw8o3TJLqk/s200/100_5422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Admin Booth Dress Code :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9P73V_UuI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1Go5vx60ubo/s1600-h/100_5327.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368097170735977186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9P73V_UuI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1Go5vx60ubo/s200/100_5327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9P8qsLstI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ww6ASsxppIo/s1600-h/133.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368097184519271122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9P8qsLstI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ww6ASsxppIo/s200/133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9P8dti3rI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Zo2cL0LSfQc/s1600-h/132.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368097181035323058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9P8dti3rI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Zo2cL0LSfQc/s200/132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Pier Photo Shoot :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9P8-zho4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/xCSh1S1i1WA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368097189918778242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9P8-zho4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/xCSh1S1i1WA/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9P8OcIpLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hT_ALBcqNNw/s1600-h/82.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368097176935769266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9P8OcIpLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hT_ALBcqNNw/s200/82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the family vaca in Chicago - which I absolutely fell in love with. We hit the zoo, children's museum, Cubs-Cardinals game at Wrigley Field, Navy Pier, ferris wheel, boat tour, Sear's tower, Buckingham Fountain, tons of great restaurants, rode the El, and lots of other random stuff...all in 4 days. It was basically non-stop but absolutely amazing. It was a great time with family and friends...exception of the longest ride ever there and back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9WZ72NJyI/AAAAAAAAAag/_4R_bWHep_s/s1600-h/n583039022_2105203_1610164.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368104284410685218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9WZ72NJyI/AAAAAAAAAag/_4R_bWHep_s/s200/n583039022_2105203_1610164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I got to check something off my life list...riding an ostrich. It didn't have a little bridle in its mouth the way I always pictured, but close enough :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9RtWE-3ZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/lAwjcyAdH_o/s1600-h/100_5943.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368099120311360914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9RtWE-3ZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/lAwjcyAdH_o/s200/100_5943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9RtLJBvnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JjfGXQyWDR0/s1600-h/100_5945.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368099117375536754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9RtLJBvnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JjfGXQyWDR0/s200/100_5945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Us on the glass balcony of the Sears (Willis) Tower - 103 floors up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9Rt3KO1FI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Pqjx-pWcvvw/s1600-h/100_5831.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368099129191748690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9Rt3KO1FI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Pqjx-pWcvvw/s200/100_5831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9Rs5CTxWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/PoUWstJLPjg/s1600-h/100_5769.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368099112515519842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9Rs5CTxWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/PoUWstJLPjg/s200/100_5769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last up, the best missions camp ever - Merge. It was a great week, and God moved in amazing ways. One student who has been resisting a relationship with God for several years finally overcame his hatred for Christians and started his walk with the Lord. The week was long and extremely hard, since it was a week of manual labor and high energy kids when we had already had a long summer of camps and trips. But in the end, it may have been one of the most exciting times of the summer. It's the most laid back camp ever, and everyone seemed to have a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9VEXGF6EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/spudWRjY5Ro/s1600-h/100_6000.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368102814256326722" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9VEXGF6EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/spudWRjY5Ro/s200/100_6000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9VEpz0xjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/y1x0KRp8qdI/s1600-h/100_5991.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368102819279980082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9VEpz0xjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/y1x0KRp8qdI/s200/100_5991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Way to go Eagle's Brook Baptist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9VEEeG6OI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cYCpRzVJleA/s1600-h/100_6001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368102809256782050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9VEEeG6OI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cYCpRzVJleA/s200/100_6001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The group with Ms. Gracie at the end of the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After recovering for a few days in Atlanta and then making my way back to New Orleans, it's now time to start the year off. We had teacher orientation last week and this week, and then kids start next Monday. It's going to be a great year, and I'm really excited about the diversity of things I get to teach this year. Good times...here we come! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So basically, I'll miss you summer. It's been good, but I guess it's time to come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-6268584513677156069?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/6268584513677156069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=6268584513677156069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6268584513677156069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6268584513677156069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-remix.html' title='The Summer Remix'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Sn9RshSuwuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/oEw8o3TJLqk/s72-c/100_5422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8309251724441654582</id><published>2009-06-08T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:19:44.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends, Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been an emotional but fun week. Between birthday parties and friends coming into town, it's been a little bit stressful but also a lot of fun. Friday was my last day at work, but they gave me had a really fun going away party and we even got most of the faculty to wear hollywood sunglasses - not an easy feat--but sooo funny if you knew them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Si2Zx1y3EpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2-89WMnQ1yc/s1600-h/100_5272.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345097414291690130" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Si2Zx1y3EpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2-89WMnQ1yc/s200/100_5272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Si2Zxz-bapI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y9LEfJbZvnI/s1600-h/100_5271.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345097413803338386" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Si2Zxz-bapI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y9LEfJbZvnI/s200/100_5271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then to continue the celebration, we hit up the Melting Pot, which is always ah-mazing. Great food, great fun, a few good sword fights with our fondu forks, and lots of laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Si2ZyF-7AmI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LAAYby8BfKg/s1600-h/100_5278.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345097418637247074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Si2ZyF-7AmI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LAAYby8BfKg/s200/100_5278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And that was just Friday. The rest of the weekend flew by. To sum it up, there were break dancers, the second line of a New Orleans wedding, street car rides, crepes, Rivertown, reunions, Camellia Grill, sore feet, dancing, movies, and travel planning. Good times, good times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Si2aAI_XlxI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yV8dHKMuR78/s1600-h/100_5280.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345097659962595090" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Si2aAI_XlxI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yV8dHKMuR78/s200/100_5280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Si2ZyehZcPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9rbG7COSEzY/s1600-h/100_5279.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345097425224298738" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Si2ZyehZcPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9rbG7COSEzY/s200/100_5279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now it's time to finish up SuperWow planning before heading to training Thursday. But yea for SuperWow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8309251724441654582?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8309251724441654582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8309251724441654582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8309251724441654582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8309251724441654582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-friends-good-times.html' title='Good Friends, Good Times'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Si2Zx1y3EpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2-89WMnQ1yc/s72-c/100_5272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-941109451457959601</id><published>2009-06-07T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:06:24.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 weekends in a row of craziness and endless hours in the car, but again it was very worth it. My nephews had their 3rd and 1st bday parties - so much fun, as usual. They had their own little cakes, lots of friends, and mucho fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQ02jUDtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/UwLbUlFMv2E/s1600-h/100_5185.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344735726708985554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQ02jUDtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/UwLbUlFMv2E/s200/100_5185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQPmz_zeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KGd9VfcBKao/s1600-h/100_5150.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344735086828834274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQPmz_zeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KGd9VfcBKao/s200/100_5150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grady on their new big kids playground :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQP9kht0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qy1AQxeLf3Q/s1600-h/100_5209.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344735092937963330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQP9kht0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qy1AQxeLf3Q/s200/100_5209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The football monkey was a big hit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQ0qqugaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lrm4EnfDOco/s1600-h/100_5230.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344735723518853538" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQ0qqugaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lrm4EnfDOco/s200/100_5230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...but he felt the same way we did when it was over - exhausted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We also got to hit the beach at Gulfshores with our friends. We go far too long without getting to see each other, so it's always lots of fun to catch up, play, and learn new fitness tips (thanks Rudy-haha). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQOoN5COI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_1jniGcrvRs/s1600-h/100_5108.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344735070026008802" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQOoN5COI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_1jniGcrvRs/s200/100_5108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQPK_9zzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pdtxb9VZENM/s1600-h/100_5119.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344735079362842418" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQPK_9zzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pdtxb9VZENM/s200/100_5119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQPT7CRII/AAAAAAAAAXg/vjZYXxyQePc/s1600-h/100_5131.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344735081758082178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQPT7CRII/AAAAAAAAAXg/vjZYXxyQePc/s200/100_5131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Us trying to get Sadie to dance at the Hang Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The good news and the bad news, however, is that next weekend will again be the same. I LOVE having fun and getting to see everyone, but it also reminds me that I'm getting old - haha. Or, maybe it's keeping me from getting old :) Either way, bring it on!&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/4720638679886136945-941109451457959601?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/941109451457959601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=941109451457959601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/941109451457959601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/941109451457959601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/06/yet-another-crazy-weekend.html' title='Yet Another Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SixQ02jUDtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/UwLbUlFMv2E/s72-c/100_5185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-7099065116876610454</id><published>2009-06-02T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:52:09.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's always bittersweet to come to the end of a stage in your life. That's where I find myself now. I'm sad to leave behind the friends and coworkers I have now, but I'm also excited to see what the next year will bring. Friday will officially end my era of coming to the seminary campus everyday. Since moving to New Orleans (and then re-moving here after Katrina), the seminary has been a major part of my life. I've been here everyday, whether it's for class or work. Even this past semester when I only had one class, I still spent 45 hours a week on this campus, if not more. I remember when I started. I didn't know anyone or where to find things or the minute details of seminary workings. Now, I know those things. I know the in's and out's of the campus and everything going on behind the scenes. It's really hard to leave a comfort zone and start over again in an unfamiliar setting with new faces, new rules, and new challenges, but it can also be an adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And as usual, God is faithful. He has changed my heart and prepared me for this time in every way possible. I've learned so much about who I am and what I can do, as well as about life and people in general. I've met people who will forever influence my life and who have helped shape me to be the person I am today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And as with every major change in my life, I am ready when (and only when) it is time to move on. And that's where I am now. While it is definitely sad and strange to be leaving, I'm ready and very excited to be moving on to a new challenge and a new adventure. I'm sure the ride will be bumpy, but the best ones always are. Plus, I'll officially be a true New Orleanian, seeing as I'm no longer attached to the city by school or work but rather by choice. A favorite quote at the seminary comes from one of our past presidents, who talked about New Orleans by saying, "First it gets in your hair, and then it gets on your nerves, and then it gets in your heart." And that's exactly how it is. No matter what happens, you're drawn to it and end up loving it more and more everyday, despite all of its problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm definitely going to miss the life and challenges I have now. But as I said before, I'm excited for the new challenges and for the future in general. For everything there is a season, and this one has been pretty good. I've definitely had my ups and downs, but overall the ride has been pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven; a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away" Ecclesiastes 3:1-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-7099065116876610454?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/7099065116876610454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=7099065116876610454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7099065116876610454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7099065116876610454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-road.html' title='End of the Road'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-4267157336379465077</id><published>2009-05-26T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:42:20.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is backtracking a little, but last week was Mari's last week in town before moving to Virginia. But before she left we did get to hang out in one of my favorite places in the city...Audubon Park. The evidence is below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shy1SrNcBVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wRcgelva58A/s1600-h/100_5023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340342590595925330" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shy1SrNcBVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wRcgelva58A/s200/100_5023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shy1TdV-MaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/OMoRkey2y-k/s1600-h/100_5029.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340342604053492130" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shy1TdV-MaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/OMoRkey2y-k/s200/100_5029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hangin Out and Chasing the Ducks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then, we finished the day with a little run in the rain (interrupted by a job interview) and then some amazing pizza at Slice. 'Twas a fun day, indeed. If only more Saturdays could be like this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shy1S2F8cGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uLGeSnN4-BA/s1600-h/100_5040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340342593517285474" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shy1S2F8cGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uLGeSnN4-BA/s200/100_5040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-4267157336379465077?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/4267157336379465077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=4267157336379465077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4267157336379465077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4267157336379465077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-in-park.html' title='A Day in the Park'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shy1SrNcBVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wRcgelva58A/s72-c/100_5023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-6277129919090379631</id><published>2009-05-25T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:17:45.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once again, I said I was going to do better about blogging more often, but I haven't. Instead of catching up all at once, I'm just going to start with this past weekend, and then I'll work backwards-ha.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week was definitely busy. I left Wednesday and made the 10-hour drive to Jekyll Island, chilled there Thursday, drove to Atlanta on Friday and back to NOLA on Sunday. Needless to say, after over 30 hours in the car I am pretty much worthless today. To hit the high points, Jekyll was fun, even though it was strange being there without the SuperWow team. But at least since it was stormy, there were major waves, which I have honestly never seen at Jekyll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs2gVKxGVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/bnsS_Z3hfMg/s1600-h/100_5043.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339921712243874130" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs2gVKxGVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/bnsS_Z3hfMg/s200/100_5043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs2g5-9OBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/M1ev7hwuFuQ/s1600-h/100_5042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339921722126448658" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs2g5-9OBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/M1ev7hwuFuQ/s200/100_5042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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="left"&gt;And congrats to Lauren and Brian!! The wedding was sooo much fun and absolutely beautiful. Plus, it was great to hang out with some friends I didn't expect to see and those that I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs6Vz-yFOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/YJPvBZbFQKY/s1600-h/100_5086.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs517JLswI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9bQNrP64Xjw/s1600-h/100_5085.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs51s3V_iI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/f1kq0-I15dQ/s1600-h/100_5061.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339925377916993058" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs51s3V_iI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/f1kq0-I15dQ/s200/100_5061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The newlyweds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs6WbieJaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CQy17WnKJT4/s1600-h/100_5073.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339925940201727394" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs6WbieJaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CQy17WnKJT4/s200/100_5073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs6Vz-yFOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/YJPvBZbFQKY/s1600-h/100_5086.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339925929583056098" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs6Vz-yFOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/YJPvBZbFQKY/s200/100_5086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fun Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339925381749912322" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs517JLswI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9bQNrP64Xjw/s200/100_5085.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs52PEtbNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4KZJ4yma5KY/s1600-h/100_5087.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339925387099860178" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs52PEtbNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4KZJ4yma5KY/s200/100_5087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun Surprises &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs51ELi94I/AAAAAAAAAWI/lzFdN7CM4yY/s1600-h/100_5058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339925366995875714" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs51ELi94I/AAAAAAAAAWI/lzFdN7CM4yY/s200/100_5058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Groomsmen Pic - ha&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;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs500WEJVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3vnQetLTxYE/s1600-h/100_5054.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339925362745025874" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs500WEJVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3vnQetLTxYE/s200/100_5054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Our Engagement Pics-haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, as if I weren't tired enough, I spent Saturday helping Court &amp;amp; Ike make a patio - literally. Five hours of moving 1700 pounds of rock around to fit like a puzzle and then grouting with mortar sand. Good times :) haha But it was a good workout and turned out surprisingly well. I'm not going to lie, though--I was glad it started raining, because otherwise we also would've installed a pondless waterfall in the side of the mountain. I'm not sure I would've made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs4k2RcrrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vIy9gXWrpgI/s1600-h/100_5088.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339923988872998578" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs4k2RcrrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vIy9gXWrpgI/s200/100_5088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a long weekend, but it was fun. However, I'm not sure if I'm ready to do it again next weekend. But it looks like that's how it's going to go. Maybe I'll try to sleep a lot this week getting ready for it. Now that sounds like fun! haha&lt;/p&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/4720638679886136945-6277129919090379631?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/6277129919090379631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=6277129919090379631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6277129919090379631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6277129919090379631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-craziness.html' title='Weekend Craziness'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/Shs2gVKxGVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/bnsS_Z3hfMg/s72-c/100_5043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-5767512512396355671</id><published>2009-05-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:45:38.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand By Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Four years ago while walking down the street in Santa Monica, CA the voice of Roger Ridley singing “Stand By me” was heard from a block away. His voice, soul and passion set a few guys on a course around the world to add other musicians to his performance. This song transformed &lt;strong&gt;Playing For Change&lt;/strong&gt; from a small group of individuals to a global movement for peace and understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This track features over 35 musicians collaborating from all over the world and was recorded over the course of several years before being edited together. The musicians may have never met in person, but they share the common thread of music. We can accomplish a lot more in this world if we work together. Definitely a beautiful picture of the beauty of togetherness as we blend together in deep relationship and "stand by" one another through this life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Stand by Me" href="http://www.playingforchange.com/episodes/2/Stand_by_Me"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out the video and website here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-5767512512396355671?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/5767512512396355671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=5767512512396355671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5767512512396355671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5767512512396355671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/05/stand-by-me.html' title='Stand By Me'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-7452687158112304439</id><published>2009-05-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:58:49.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Rut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It seems I've been in a blogging rut lately, which would seem like I have nothing to blog about. But really, the opposite is true. So much has been going on that I almost don't know where to start. So, I'm planning on getting back to "normal" soon - oh, how I've missed normal. :) But that's ok, because I guess busy is better than boring...well, sometimes. There are times when I would LOVE to be bored! :) Anyway, all of this to say that I'll be updating on life soon--not that your life will change if I don't, but it's definitely good for me to process and remember what's been going on lately...so happy blogging to me! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a totally different subject, our church's book of the month this time is &lt;em&gt;Worldliness&lt;/em&gt;, edited by C.J. Mahaney. It's been a really good reminder of how subtle the lure of the world is. We're so often ignorant of the signs and symptoms. We start drifting slowly and suddenly realize one day that we're way off course. It's time to refocus on God and fall out of love with the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're going through the book with our covenant group this month, and so far it's definitely a must-read. So if at all possible, you should read it. Trust me--it's worth it. Plus, it's a small book, so it's very UNintimidating :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SgMSrCwNZiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pt-4k0G6RSs/s1600-h/worldliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333126914419549730" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SgMSrCwNZiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pt-4k0G6RSs/s200/worldliness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-7452687158112304439?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/7452687158112304439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=7452687158112304439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7452687158112304439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7452687158112304439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-rut.html' title='Blogging Rut'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SgMSrCwNZiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pt-4k0G6RSs/s72-c/worldliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-1745423772463094687</id><published>2009-04-17T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:46:55.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain &amp; Posture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love general revelation. I love it when God reveals Himself through ordinary situations. I love finding God in everyday events or in random objects. (I actually did a project in seminary where I wrote curriculum for a retreat that dealt with this topic alone :D) I love it when an ongoing circumstance or repeated phrase or lesson finally sinks in. The light bulb comes on, and I suddenly have no choice but to stop where I am and thank God for revealing Himself in ways that are available to everyone yet so meaningful on a personal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, God once again used an ordinary event to teach me something about Himself. But I also learned something about myself this time. I was reading about suffering and came across a quote that said something along the lines of 'suffering corrects your posture and adjusts your gaze.' Over the past year I've had quite a few back problems - I know, I'm getting old. :) But I've learned many things due to this pain, one of which is the fact that I can eliminate the pain if I make myself have perfect posture. If I can sit straight, pull my shoulders back, and basically make my spine rest in the way it was created to, I find comfort and relief from the pain. Likewise, returning our gaze to God by adjusting our perspective on a situation and correcting our posture towards Him can help lessen the pain of the situation. When we correct ourselves and return to what we were created to be, we see from a new perspective, allowing us to see the situation in a way that makes it somehow easier to bear. It's also important to remember that God may send trials for that exact reason--to make us fix our posture and adjust our gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known this fact in my head for years. But for some reason, relating the truth to a physical feeling I had recently experienced somehow made it more real than in the past. My favorite part of the whole lesson is how it came out of nowhere. I love that about God--that He's always there but at certain times when you're least expecting it, He reveals Himself in a way that can't be ignored. We're forced to turn our gaze to Him. It's almost as if He's offering comfort even when we don't ask and when we don't even realize we need it. And now every time I have back pain, it will be a reminder that we are to continually adjust our gaze toward God and try to get back to what we were created to be. Correct your posture, and you will find relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-1745423772463094687?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/1745423772463094687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=1745423772463094687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1745423772463094687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1745423772463094687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/04/pain-posture.html' title='Pain &amp;amp; Posture'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8710246694462432673</id><published>2009-04-13T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:50:10.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jeff Foxworthy on School Employees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if you believe the playground should be equipped with a Ritalin salt lick. (this one is my fav!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if you want to slap the next person who says, 'Must be nice to work 8 to 3:30 and have summers off.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if it is difficult to name your own child because there's no name you can come up with that doesn't bring high blood pressure as it is uttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if you believe that unspeakable evils will befall you if anyone says, 'Boy, the kids sure are mellow today.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if when out in public, you feel the urge to snap your fingers at children you do not know and correct their behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if you think people should have a government permit before being allowed to reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if you wonder how some parents MANAGED to reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if you think caffeine should be available in intravenous form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if meeting a child's parent instantly answers this question, 'Why is this kid like this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if you would choose a mammogram over a parent conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if you think someone should invent antibacterial pencils and crayons...and desks and chairs for that matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if the words 'I have college debt for this?' has ever come out of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YOU might be a school employee if you know how many days, minutes, and seconds are left in the school year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8710246694462432673?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8710246694462432673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8710246694462432673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8710246694462432673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8710246694462432673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-true.html' title='So True'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-4307614224500596507</id><published>2009-04-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:32:23.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to David</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, I realize I have posted this link everywhere, but I truly love David Holmes and his mad rapping skills :) This was the announcement on a southwest airlines flight - (Southwest really is fun to fly with).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;David, I want to be you when I grow up...(not a black man...you'll see what I mean &amp;amp; totally understand) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivjybzdXVmI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivjybzdXVmI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-4307614224500596507?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/4307614224500596507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=4307614224500596507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4307614224500596507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4307614224500596507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/04/ode-to-david.html' title='Ode to David'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-4156590610826185263</id><published>2009-04-03T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:30:19.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After 3 weeks of having every second of my day scheduled with nonstop activity (literally), I FINALLY get to have a night where I can do what I want...or do nothing if I want. Yay! I actually had overlapping plans, but I decided for the sake of my sanity, I'm taking the night off. I'm also making a very unexpected trip home this weekend, which will be fun--even though it's pretty packed full, also. But that's ok, because after next Thursday, life may be back to semi-normal. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm definitely not complaining, though. Life could be a lot worse. I could have this job...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SdZihYDIuZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oM9d5un3nC8/s1600-h/elephant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320548335315630482" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SdZihYDIuZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oM9d5un3nC8/s200/elephant.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gross! So I will NOT complain about all of the things I have going on. I will be satisfied with all I have, including the opportunity to have a busy life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, Happy Bday to my grandmother, who is 84 today!!! Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-4156590610826185263?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/4156590610826185263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=4156590610826185263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4156590610826185263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4156590610826185263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SdZihYDIuZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oM9d5un3nC8/s72-c/elephant.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-284169794785289399</id><published>2009-03-26T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:59:40.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A little wisdom from my man William Carey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Attempt great things &lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt; God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Expect great things &lt;strong&gt;from&lt;/strong&gt; God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-William Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-284169794785289399?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/284169794785289399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=284169794785289399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/284169794785289399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/284169794785289399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-do-it.html' title='Just Do It'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-1624471540790948481</id><published>2009-03-23T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:46:54.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Intentional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"You've got to get up every morning with determination if you're going to go to bed with satisfaction". -George Horace Lorimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I try to be really intentional about living and life in general. But to be honest, I'm horrible at it. I'll be really motivated for a while and then I lose sight of the goal or forget to motivate myself for the day. Things don't just happened if you don't set out to do them. So, once again, I'm going to start today being intentional about life, ministry, work, exercise, attitude...basically everything I do. It is what you make it, so make sure you're intentional in taking advantage of the opportunities you've been given today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-1624471540790948481?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/1624471540790948481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=1624471540790948481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1624471540790948481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1624471540790948481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-intentional.html' title='Being Intentional'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8254606482123618426</id><published>2009-03-18T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:48:45.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Streets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, how many people have noticed that there are always a few wet streets in NOLA, regardless of whether or not it has rained. The same parts of the same streets are ALWAYS wet, no matter what. What in the world?! Any explanations? It's our mission for the week to find out... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/ScD7VGQeAhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/sqRK8_Hlps8/s1600-h/wet+street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314523900172698130" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/ScD7VGQeAhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/sqRK8_Hlps8/s200/wet+street.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8254606482123618426?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8254606482123618426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8254606482123618426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8254606482123618426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8254606482123618426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/03/wet-streets.html' title='Wet Streets?'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/ScD7VGQeAhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/sqRK8_Hlps8/s72-c/wet+street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-5554216220550059541</id><published>2009-03-17T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:05:21.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinking Ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our Pivot message this week was on worldliness, a topic that seems to be a constant struggle to many of us. We have lots of excuses and 'reasons' for being close to things of the world. But if we are brutally honest with ourselves, we would have to admit that part of the reason we are worldly is because we want to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Matt used an excellent illustration when confronting the excuse of becoming more like the world in order to minister to those in the world. He said we could imagine ourselves as a rescue boat sailing on the sea of worldliness and waiting to help those who have fallen into the "water" (or the world). And it might seem to make sense to want to add a few buckets of water to the boat just to lower ourselves a little so that we are closer to those we are trying to help. But eventually we stop realizing how much water we're adding and end up sinking the boat. We're no longer there to help others-we're just an immersed ship aquarium. What makes others curious about us and interested in what we do if we are exactly like them? Why would they want what believers have if our lives are exactly the same as theirs? What would be the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men."&lt;/span&gt;  Matt. 5:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-5554216220550059541?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/5554216220550059541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=5554216220550059541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5554216220550059541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5554216220550059541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/03/sinking-ship.html' title='Sinking Ship'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-6382728081613816110</id><published>2009-03-12T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:50:59.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remarkable Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, it has been an extremely crazy few months, but God has proven faithful as always. Just to give the HUGE praises (because there are way too many to list all of them lately), I'll give a few. In the past few months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ My grandmother (the center of our family) found out she had lung cancer but was not a candidate for surgery; after begging and giving a movie-quality speech, they agreed; she's now at home; her emphysema somehow contained the cancer, so she went from less than a year to live to possibly being in the clear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ My mom found out she had a pre-cancerous polyp &amp;amp; had half of her colon removed, as well as her gall bladder and a ton of lymph nodes; once removed, they realized the polyp was already cancerous but were able to get it all; so she's most likely in the clear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ My dad found out he had throat cancer (are you catching the theme?) and had his uvula removed; we found out this morning that it's clear and he doesn't need further treatment;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ Our non-profit organization is almost fully up and running, including incorporation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ I also finally feel some direction about jobs for next year, which is a huge relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are just a few among many. It is obvious that this semester has been very trying, to say the least. But as usual, God is proving faithful and continues to amaze me every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Everyone was amazed and gave praise to God. They were filled with awe and said, 'we have seen remarkable things today.'" Luke 5:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-6382728081613816110?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/6382728081613816110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=6382728081613816110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6382728081613816110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6382728081613816110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/03/remarkable-things.html' title='Remarkable Things'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-7786142226833745470</id><published>2009-03-07T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:06:16.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i LOVE saturdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday is absolutely my favorite day of the week. It's the day of possibilities. And today was very productive yet relaxing, which also is my favorite :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To sum it up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;brunch at Two Sisters + going to the Lake to study/lay out + successful trip to the store + laughing + marking things off the to-do list + friends + working out = a GREAT Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hopefully, tomorrow will be equally great ... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-7786142226833745470?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/7786142226833745470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=7786142226833745470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7786142226833745470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7786142226833745470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-saturdays.html' title='i LOVE saturdays'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-5110705266819539195</id><published>2009-03-03T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:46:01.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Airplanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Super Bowl commercial linked below is muy funny. It's also a good reminder that sometimes you just have to figure it out as you go, even if it seems ridiculous at the time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2zqTYgcpfg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2zqTYgcpfg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-5110705266819539195?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/5110705266819539195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=5110705266819539195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5110705266819539195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5110705266819539195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/03/building-airplanes.html' title='Building Airplanes'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-7328938048428790381</id><published>2009-03-03T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:42:46.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenos Dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a few fun quotes to start the day off right: :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ Swimming is a confusing sport, because sometimes you do it for fun, and other times you do it to not die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ I haven't slept for ten days, because that would be too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ He was hit by a Dodge ... which I found funny and ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~ I'm against picketing, but I don't know how to show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-7328938048428790381?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/7328938048428790381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=7328938048428790381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7328938048428790381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7328938048428790381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/03/buenos-dias.html' title='Buenos Dias'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-1625403101661929032</id><published>2009-02-26T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:24:27.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I'm at a point in life when I'm really, really, really burned out. Unfortunately, life is not stopping. (How can I fix that?) :) I'm tired of living the same day over and over - work, school, church, school, a little fun, work, school...you get it. While I do enjoy these things from time to time, I'm just ready for a break. But at the same time, I don't want to not do &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt; - I just want to do more of what I want to do. Yes, I know that sounds totally selfish and immature, but that doesn't mean I can't want it :) There are so many things I need (and want) to work on right now, but they are not at the top of the list, so I just keep waiting. How can I get everything done at once? How can I make time stand still? Will I ever be at a place where I'm doing what I really want to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Contrary to what it seems, I really am content. (I know all of my whinning in the last paragraph doesn't seem like it, but it's true.) I know that I am exactly where I'm supposed to be doing exactly what I'm doing. And on the upside, usually when I start getting restless it means that something is about to change--which is both exciting and scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, all of this pointless rambling to say--I'm going to try especially hard this week and next week to get everything done that I need to do and even work ahead a little so that I can spend some time doing things that I really want to do. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to try to work in the things I want to do now, but my main goal is to go crazy on my to-do list and get everything done...or at least the things that have to be done soon. In the meantime, I'm not going to focus on being burned out. Instead, I'm going to get fired up to be productive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."   Isaiah 40:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-1625403101661929032?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/1625403101661929032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=1625403101661929032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1625403101661929032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1625403101661929032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/02/burned-out.html' title='Burned Out'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8485594480534228678</id><published>2009-02-20T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:17:57.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I've been at home for the past week helping my mom recoop from a major surgery. A couple of days my grandmother came over to help out, and she just so happens to love puzzles. Long story short, I started helping a little here and there and realized that puzzles can become addicting really quickly (as crazy as it seems). So, this huge puzzle has been sitting on our kitchen table for the past week, and every time I walk by I'll find a piece here and there and put them where they go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight, however, the puzzle taught me something. I was sitting at the table eating dinner (on top of the millions of puzzle pieces) and I started looking at them trying to see if I saw one that would fit. It was then that I was reminded once again how nothing makes sense when all you see are the pieces. It's nice when God sends reminders (when I'm not even looking for them) to reassure me that the big picture works out even when I can't make sense of the pieces. And the One who's putting it all together one piece at a time has the 'plan', so He can see that the end will bring about something absolutely amazing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've heard a thousand illustrations of this same point, but I think God constantly sends me new ones because this is how I'm forced to live my life. I know we all live day to day without really knowing what the future holds, but at least some people have a long-term plan to work towards. It can be discouraging sometimes when I can't see the big picture. So it's cool to know that even when I don't voice these concerns, God knows them and is willing to encourage me when I need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, I guess all of this to say, don't lose hope. Life may seem like total chaos at times, and we may have no idea what the big picture is supposed to look like. But that's ok. Some people get to see the box lid ahead of time and some people have it revealed as they go. So I'll just have to be ok with learning as I go. Hey, it could be worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(And I do love surprises, so I guess I can't complain that God chose to let my life be one big surprise :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8485594480534228678?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8485594480534228678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8485594480534228678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8485594480534228678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8485594480534228678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/02/puzzled.html' title='Puzzled'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-6227420828574463682</id><published>2009-02-19T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:55:23.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shout out to some of my sistas! :) Thanks for all you do! Love ya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(By the way, this is no where near all of you, but I found these pics and they made me smile - so thanks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SZ2NqGlEAdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BnczG2C2DEQ/s1600-h/sis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304551690572399058" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SZ2NqGlEAdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BnczG2C2DEQ/s200/sis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amanda (my real sister) &amp;amp; I - obviously an old pic :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SZ2Nqdle8nI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vtWvcG4m-M8/s1600-h/100_3451.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304551696748180082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SZ2Nqdle8nI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vtWvcG4m-M8/s200/100_3451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Juls &amp;amp; Allison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SZ2NqEDBYAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bjNSjUsQ7tg/s1600-h/jen.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304551689892749314" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SZ2NqEDBYAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bjNSjUsQ7tg/s200/jen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SZ2NpyEVapI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TF7XdU8sYzU/s1600-h/100_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304551685066418834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SZ2NpyEVapI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TF7XdU8sYzU/s200/100_0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB, Ree, Tiff&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/4720638679886136945-6227420828574463682?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/6227420828574463682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=6227420828574463682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6227420828574463682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6227420828574463682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/02/sistas.html' title='Sistas'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SZ2NqGlEAdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BnczG2C2DEQ/s72-c/sis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-3482293334835927303</id><published>2009-02-13T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:48:53.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See For Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, for everyone asking what Zumba is and why I'm addicted now, there's a link to a video below. (Warning: If you watch this video, there is a chance you also may be immediately addicted--justs a heads up) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This video is actually about 10 minute long, but you'll be able to see what Zumba is in the first minute. So you don't actually have to watch the whole thing. However, you'll probably want to, and I'm sure if you follow along and try it, you'll have a good workout with just the 10 minute video. (Imagine doing this for an hour straight--that's Zumba.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf0q6qtThF4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf0q6qtThF4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-3482293334835927303?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/3482293334835927303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=3482293334835927303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3482293334835927303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3482293334835927303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/02/see-for-yourself.html' title='See For Yourself'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8831037194521969544</id><published>2009-02-09T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:40:49.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're not forgotten...this is what I need to say to so many things--including old friends, travel tests, weekend road trips, sleeping late, playing tennis, choreography, exercising every day, getting out of my comfort zone, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I used to be able to fit so many things into the day and never get tired. What happened? Is this what it's like to get old? :) Every once in a while I remember something that I haven't done in a while that I miss so much. It's on those days that I make a pact that I'm going to make time for the things that matter--not just the things I have to do but the things I &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; to do. Life's too short, and if I can only fit a few things in, they might as well be things I love. That doesn't mean I won't do the things I have to do--responsibility doesn't just go away (although that would be nice every once in a while). :) But I could definitely have better time management, take better care of myself, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; improved lately. I've been going swing dancing more, doing Zumba, going to Audobon park, etc., but what I really want is to return to some of the things that I used to do--things I fell in love with but have somehow left behind along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So today's the day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can be my accountability - today's the day I start getting it together and start living again; it's the day I start having life more abundantly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8831037194521969544?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8831037194521969544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8831037194521969544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8831037194521969544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8831037194521969544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-not-forgotten.html' title='You&apos;re Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8950120766395772642</id><published>2009-02-06T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:57:53.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SYxPrZ2MJLI/AAAAAAAAATw/LgoYg37zz78/s1600-h/zumba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299698468599375026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SYxPrZ2MJLI/AAAAAAAAATw/LgoYg37zz78/s200/zumba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So it's official. I'm finally addicted to something besides New Orleans... Zumba! It's sooo much fun, and it does NOT feel like exercise. (It's a mix of Latin dancing and aerobics, so you can only imagine how much fun it is.) I'm pretty sure everyone should try it. And in a few short weeks, I'll be a certified instructor, which also is sooo fun :) haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Maybe we should have a Zumba party...hmmm... :D&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/4720638679886136945-8950120766395772642?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8950120766395772642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8950120766395772642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8950120766395772642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8950120766395772642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/02/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SYxPrZ2MJLI/AAAAAAAAATw/LgoYg37zz78/s72-c/zumba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-7942927718528921575</id><published>2009-02-01T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:39:11.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea, She's Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a few Elisabeth Elliot quotes. Oh, she's good... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“When ours are interrupted, his are not.  His plans are proceeding exactly as scheduled, moving us always (including those minutes or hours or years which seem most useless or wasted or unendurable) toward the goal of true maturity.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God is God.  Because He is God, He is worthy of my trust and obedience.  I will find rest nowhere but in His Holy will, a will that is unspeakably beyond my largest notions of what He is up to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The will of God is never exactly what you expect it to be.  It may seem to be much worse, but in the end it’s going to be a lot better and a lot bigger.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“There is nothing worth living for, unless it is worth dying for. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-7942927718528921575?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/7942927718528921575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=7942927718528921575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7942927718528921575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7942927718528921575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/02/yea-shes-good.html' title='Yea, She&apos;s Good'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-2851181651413199547</id><published>2009-01-28T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:15:04.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our pastor's sermon a few weeks ago had to do with the recession, mainly how it could be a good thing. Could this be possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Actually, it can. In the Old Testament, God repeatedly warned the people before they entered a time or place of prosperity to resist the temptation to let it rule them. And time after time the people turned from God, causing Him to be forced to take their idols from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So for a little perspective, consider this--according to a survey of expenditures in the late 1980s and early1990s, Americans spent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ twice as much on cut flowers as overseas Protestant ministries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ twice as much on women's sheer hosiery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ 5 times as much on pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ 17 times as much on diets &amp;amp; diet-related products&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ 20 times as much on sports actvities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ 26 times as much on soft drings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ 140 times as much on legalized gambling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ yet American Christians only gave slightly more to charitable organizations than other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christians, considering family income&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ Also, only 5% of the world's population has ever logged on to the internet, and 500 million w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;orkers are unable to keep their families above the $1 povery line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(And that was in the early 90s--consider how much more we spend on these things now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Basically, America has learned to determine what is "normal" based on circumstances that are highly "unnormal." We're obsessed with getting more and are never satisfied. Our pastor said that all of the businesses in the world would fail if an epidemic of contentment broke out, and it's true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the hard question that we as a church are asked is, "Have you been praying for a revival in this nation?" Hopefully so. But if that is the case, maybe we are getting exactly what we asked for. In order for God to turn the hearts of His people back to Himself, he must remove their idols. What are America's idols? You guessed it--money, possessions, wealth. What better way to get our attention that to take away what we've been putting our trust and hope in as opposed to the One who deserves it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Going through Hurricane Katrina was a unique experience, to say the least. But in the end, the city of New Orleans prospered because of it--spiritually speaking. Even today, the city has never been more open to receiving help and to talking about spiritual matters. Enduring a devastating loss of material possessions brings you to a place where openness and humility can occur. Our nation is now approaching that same "place" and a time when people are willing to try anything and will reassess what they've been putting their trust in, realizing that money may not always be there...but God will. Maybe this time of economic turmoil is exactly what we need as a nation. But Christians must take this opportunity rather than just letting it pass us by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So am I really thankful for the recession? Not always, but I definitely realize that we have been given a great opportunity for growth and revival in our own personal lives and also as a nation. So now, the only question left to ask is, what are we going to do with this opportunity? Better yet, what are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; going to do? . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-2851181651413199547?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/2851181651413199547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=2851181651413199547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2851181651413199547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2851181651413199547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/01/thankful.html' title='Thankful?'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-7412845982396298294</id><published>2009-01-20T06:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:34:57.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My first official day back in NOLA just happened to be my bday--always fun :) I was grateful to get the many, many, many texts, facebook messages, emails, parties, etc. It's also nice to be in NOLA for your bday, seeing as everyone pins money to you, which lets everyone else know it's your birthday, which leads to more money being pinned on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The evening ended with presents, cupcakes, cards, and amazing food from Ye Olde College Inn (best pulled duck, barbeque shrimp, and fried bread pudding in the city!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXXbTOvFu5I/AAAAAAAAASw/Nm7Zgj6I88Q/s1600-h/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293378060463487890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXXbTOvFu5I/AAAAAAAAASw/Nm7Zgj6I88Q/s200/bday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is me getting a gift card to Perrino's, which is a landscaping place-haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXXbTqIrzPI/AAAAAAAAATA/rNIDIh-kOkg/s1600-h/bday+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293378067818597618" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXXbTqIrzPI/AAAAAAAAATA/rNIDIh-kOkg/s200/bday+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXXbTY0KAQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YND-LSzT_nc/s1600-h/bday+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293378063169093890" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXXbTY0KAQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YND-LSzT_nc/s200/bday+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Julie double-fisting it &amp;amp; MB w/ the fried bread pudding&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXXbTKknMSI/AAAAAAAAASo/s6IW3wu5NoA/s1600-h/bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293378059345801506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXXbTKknMSI/AAAAAAAAASo/s6IW3wu5NoA/s200/bday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The infamous fried bread pudding-looks gross, but I promise it's not :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXXbTrlkwhI/AAAAAAAAATI/CitkfB4ibNs/s1600-h/bday+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293378068208206354" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXXbTrlkwhI/AAAAAAAAATI/CitkfB4ibNs/s200/bday+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Jeremy's bday was the next day - so he got his own cake, complete w/ chocolate reindeer being ridden by Flat Stanley (it's a teacher thing-ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-7412845982396298294?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/7412845982396298294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=7412845982396298294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7412845982396298294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7412845982396298294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-my-party.html' title='It&apos;s My Party...'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXXbTOvFu5I/AAAAAAAAASw/Nm7Zgj6I88Q/s72-c/bday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-2556431261620542304</id><published>2009-01-19T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:52:00.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So over the break I got some major quality time with the road, a beloved frenemy :D. Between going around NOLA, then to MS for Xmas with the fam, then to Georgia for YEC, then back to MS for a while, then back to NOLA...(you get the idea), we had lots of time to bond. But it was VERY worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While I was home for Xmas I got to see these guys...soooo cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSbbxUl1pI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wz0ToISOGfU/s1600-h/xmas-kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026363465651858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSbbxUl1pI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wz0ToISOGfU/s200/xmas-kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YEC was amazing this year. 164 kids got saved, and SWOW staffers got to reunite, even if only for a few days :) (Amazingly, we semi-get paid to do what you're about to see) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSe7rHEGQI/AAAAAAAAASY/-R8-8dYBCYs/s1600-h/yec4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293030210088999170" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSe7rHEGQI/AAAAAAAAASY/-R8-8dYBCYs/s200/yec4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSe7gAsmWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YoBpBlpteVA/s1600-h/yec3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293030207109503330" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSe7gAsmWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YoBpBlpteVA/s200/yec3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSe71mnzSI/AAAAAAAAASg/GTPnOsLUKM4/s1600-h/yec5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293030212905717026" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSe71mnzSI/AAAAAAAAASg/GTPnOsLUKM4/s200/yec5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Matching-as always, black nails &amp;amp; all) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSbbiQQiNI/AAAAAAAAARw/nDOTYZdbRMs/s1600-h/yec1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026359420946642" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSbbiQQiNI/AAAAAAAAARw/nDOTYZdbRMs/s200/yec1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSbcGC9QTI/AAAAAAAAASA/capPnGueINQ/s1600-h/yec2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026369028833586" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSbcGC9QTI/AAAAAAAAASA/capPnGueINQ/s200/yec2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And after it was all over, I returned to New Orleans, a city I feel I'll always be addicted to. I mean, when you think about the people, sites, activities, endless parades, palm trees - how could I not be? After all, this is what I see when I'm driving home from work... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSbcBBygxI/AAAAAAAAASI/_wtFficOwRg/s1600-h/nola.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026367681757970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSbcBBygxI/AAAAAAAAASI/_wtFficOwRg/s200/nola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was good to go home, and now it's good to be home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-2556431261620542304?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/2556431261620542304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=2556431261620542304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2556431261620542304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2556431261620542304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/01/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXSbbxUl1pI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wz0ToISOGfU/s72-c/xmas-kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-1952366942474764503</id><published>2009-01-17T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:02:24.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I just realized that it's 2 1/2 weeks into the new year and I haven't posted ANYTHING since last year! What is my problem?! :) So since a lot has happened, I'll break it down in a few posts. You're welcome :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here's a little bit from New Year's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXJ81ETtBDI/AAAAAAAAARY/U5ZqNPg3_GU/s1600-h/100_4613.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292429763245048882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXJ81ETtBDI/AAAAAAAAARY/U5ZqNPg3_GU/s200/100_4613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The night started w/ us eatting cake from the movie Matillda -seriously it was HUGE. We used the icing as lipstick, but chocolate just doesn't have the coverage of the real stuff:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXJ81cNS4QI/AAAAAAAAARg/ICopyDzPdz0/s1600-h/100_4618.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292429769660621058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXJ81cNS4QI/AAAAAAAAARg/ICopyDzPdz0/s200/100_4618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXJ81wCWYZI/AAAAAAAAARo/7z0Za_iPYUc/s1600-h/100_4615.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292429774983422354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXJ81wCWYZI/AAAAAAAAARo/7z0Za_iPYUc/s200/100_4615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then on for a little racing and arcade action at Andretti's. I'm practicing for when I learn to surf, and apparantly Court is focusing VERY hard while flying a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These were basically my last few hours of 2008. And it wasn't very long into 2009 that my head found a pillow seeing as I had driven 9-10 hours in the past few days and had another 10-11 to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So in conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. New Year's was fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. I am getting old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. I drive a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. I'm pretty sure I have a future in surfing, especially if surfing success depends on hitting random coins floating the in the air to win points&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/4720638679886136945-1952366942474764503?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/1952366942474764503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=1952366942474764503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1952366942474764503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1952366942474764503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SXJ81ETtBDI/AAAAAAAAARY/U5ZqNPg3_GU/s72-c/100_4613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-4261520454293607969</id><published>2008-12-31T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:52:37.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Jeremy's Fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Once you've read this, you are supposed to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. And finding 16 random facts is surprisingly harder than I thought it would be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love ingredients--meaning I love most kinds of dough/batter - cookie, biscuit, brownie, pancake...you name it, I'll probably eat it--and also tons of things in their "natural state." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've had stitches 6 times, and all but 1 of those times was in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In MS, I have 2 cats: a boy named Chelsey, and a girl named Gus. We were 'misinformed' about their genders and by the time we realized they'd been switched, we were already used to their names, so we left them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I LOVE to travel - and I don't really care where as long as I get to do something I've never done before. In fact, by the end of the year I'll officially be a certified travel agent - not because I want to be a travel agent, just because I love travel, and also b/c I LOVE missions and assume knowing all the in's and out's of travel couldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A friend and I are currently in the process of starting a non-profit organization, which will essentially involve missions education, mobilization, and consultation. So if anyone wants to donate... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My favorite color is green-not lime, but bright green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm not a fan of little animals, except for baby animals that are going to eventually be really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. One of my "OCD's" is that I used to look at things in 5's - hard to explain...you'll just have to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. My 2-pg. life list includes ridiculous things, like spending the night in a tree, riding and ostrich, and giving away a car--not sure why. These are just things I want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. I tend to look at the clock at exactly 1:11 or 11:11 A LOT of the time - not quite sure how that works out, it just does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. I'm currently relearning Spanish. I knew Spanish in high school but didn't use it, so I lost it. Yet I can understand a good deal of what is being said and sometimes say things in Spanish without knowing where it's coming from, so hopefully it's still 'in there' somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. Right now I'm listening to mostly easygoing, Jason Mraz-type music or all-out rock, which are nothing alike but somehow are filling my playlists right now. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. I turned 26 today! And as Matt says, "it's good to be equally divisible by 2 again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. I love trying new things and try to do at least 1 new thing a week, although I'm not always successful. However, other weeks I get to do lots of new things, so I like to think it balances out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. Speaking of balance, I'm obsessed with things being even, which is why I like odd numbers - it always leaves 1 in the middle :) Yet, if you asked me which I liked better (odd or even), I'd initially say even, because I like balance. Hmmm, never thought of that until just now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. I have the cutest, funniest, smartest nephews in the world. And yet somehow I have learned to remain completed unbiased, which is apparent by my previous remark. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Sorry I've been M.I.A. for the past few weeks, but it was worth it. Hope you all had a great break. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-4261520454293607969?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/4261520454293607969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=4261520454293607969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4261520454293607969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4261520454293607969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-jeremys-fault.html' title='This is Jeremy&apos;s Fault'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-5090339067620579351</id><published>2008-12-18T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:50:45.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Suspended?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SUph5CthbzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/D7fWGBC31OE/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281141145653571378" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SUph5CthbzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/D7fWGBC31OE/s200/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What do &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; think? Guilty or Innocent? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-5090339067620579351?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/5090339067620579351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=5090339067620579351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5090339067620579351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5090339067620579351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-suspended.html' title='Santa Suspended?'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SUph5CthbzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/D7fWGBC31OE/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8134888452894038943</id><published>2008-12-15T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:38:48.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Interrupt...Rude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I can honestly say that I've had this experience in several New Orleans fast food restaurants. Ok, may not this EXACT situation, but some are pretty close. Actually, a few are even funnier...if you can imagine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Come join the fun! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bon Qui Qui at King Burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZkdcYlOn5M"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZkdcYlOn5M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8134888452894038943?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8134888452894038943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8134888452894038943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8134888452894038943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8134888452894038943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-interruptrude.html' title='Don&apos;t Interrupt...Rude!'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-6827268330917019898</id><published>2008-12-11T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:51:56.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNO-LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, it's finally snowing in NOLA (aka New Orleans)! yay! Despite the fact that it was in the 70s last week and we were wearing shorts and it's supposed to be in the upper 60s in a few days, the snow decided to make an appearance anyway. It's sad but it really is an historic day for NOLA. It NEVER snows here, much less this early in the year. And it's the BIGGEST flakes we've ever seen. It really is pretty w/ the campus and all the landscaping. It didn't start until I got to work, but I told my roommates they should take our Christmas tree outside and take pics w/ the snow on it, which is funnier when you realize it's a decorated, prelit palm tree. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, NOLA is now buzzing w/ the sound that maybe the Saints have a chance after all! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;UPDATE: Here are a few pics of the campus and city...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SUJ6PJOERGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rD9eiyaGW30/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278916113823188066" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SUJ6PJOERGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rD9eiyaGW30/s200/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SUJ6PgiauFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cPM4Vo7D3XA/s1600-h/snow+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278916120082561106" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SUJ6PgiauFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cPM4Vo7D3XA/s200/snow+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/4720638679886136945-6827268330917019898?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/6827268330917019898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=6827268330917019898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6827268330917019898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6827268330917019898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/12/sno-la.html' title='SNO-LA'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SUJ6PJOERGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rD9eiyaGW30/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-5429830622397811759</id><published>2008-12-09T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:50:03.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't We All Just Get Along?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why do some people feel the need to be competitive ALL the time, especially when they are competing for absolutely nothing?! I tend to be competitive in certain situations, but I'm also the type of person that genuinely doesn't care if I don't win. &lt;u&gt;Very few&lt;/u&gt; things in life are really worth getting all "bent out of shape" for, as my grandmother would say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yet there are those people who cannot handle not being the best, the funniest, the most popular, the winner. What's the point? Yes, it is nice to win sometimes or to be the best at something. But when it comes to friends, is there ANY reason to be competitive? Does it really matter who has more friends? Can't we all just get along? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So in response to those people who cannot accept that some people like to have more than one friend and that they do not always have to be the center of attention...GET OVER IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**End of pointless rant for the day** :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-5429830622397811759?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/5429830622397811759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=5429830622397811759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5429830622397811759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5429830622397811759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-we-all-just-get-along.html' title='Can&apos;t We All Just Get Along?'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-3490333536754138452</id><published>2008-12-08T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:31:01.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out to Lottie Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/ST1YpTkK7bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/s2thLzQT6CY/s1600-h/lottiemoon.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277471804997954994" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/ST1YpTkK7bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/s2thLzQT6CY/s200/lottiemoon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shout Out to Lottie Moon (and especially in honor of Leah, who is living proof of the Lottie Moon offering money in action) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hit our home girl up through her annual Christmas offering to help fund international missions. I've seen the money in action, and believe me...you wanna get a piece of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know finances are tighter this year with everything that's going on, but when it comes to someone whose eternity is at stake, it really seems like a small price to pay. So in the words of Nike, "Just do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. WWLMD? (What Would Lottie Moon Do?) :)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was as ghetto as we could get and still emphasize the Lottie Moon Christmas Offering. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-3490333536754138452?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/3490333536754138452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=3490333536754138452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3490333536754138452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3490333536754138452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/12/shout-out-to-lottie-moon.html' title='Shout Out to Lottie Moon'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/ST1YpTkK7bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/s2thLzQT6CY/s72-c/lottiemoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-3567229162972699865</id><published>2008-12-03T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:40:29.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Ninja</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I took a quiz to see what my dance style is, and it turns out I'm...Jive. This is what said quiz told me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Whoa, wild child! It takes a lot to slow you down. A lively and fun person, you're happiest when you're out, about, and on the go. We bet you're usually the first person on the dance floor...and probably one of the last ones off. You know how to boogie and have a good time — and that's what makes you just like the jive.You've got a bold streak in you and don't mind taking some risks to veer off the beaten path every once in a while. Admit it — you're a bit of a daredevil, and you love to push boundaries and make your own mark on the world. There's nothing jive about that. Keep it up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, I'm a ninja. So watch out, because apparantly I like to kick butt and take names. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-3567229162972699865?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/3567229162972699865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=3567229162972699865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3567229162972699865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3567229162972699865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/12/dancing-ninja.html' title='Dancing Ninja'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-2167057671048137467</id><published>2008-12-01T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:32:40.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost at Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've never been allowed to see the long-term plans for my life. I just get to know what the next step is, and only when I take that step is the next phase revealed. Obviously, this is &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; aggrevating at times--especially in a world when every conversation starter has to do with wanting to know what my long-term plan is. But I know that God has a reason for all of it, and I probably would be overwhelmed by the seeing the whole plan anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've always used different analogies to explain my life - such as driving at night in a fog (meaning, I can only see what's right in front of me, and the only way to see beyond that is to move forward with what I &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; see). There's also the idea of God being a light unto my path, revealing in the dark where I should walk next. Recently, it's been the idea of being lost at sea, which is a little scarier than just walking in the dark (although that is also &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; scary sometimes). The main difference is that at sea, I have absolutely &lt;u&gt;NO control&lt;/u&gt;, whereas when I'm walking I can still feel a little secure on my own. But that insecurity also is a good thing, because there's a peace in knowing that when I feel completely helpless is when I am able to trust God the most...in a way that I &lt;u&gt;should&lt;/u&gt; trust at all times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That being the case, I guess I'm ok being lost at sea. And after all, I'm not really lost. God knows where I am and where I'm going, so I guess I should just sit back and enjoy the ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(sidenote: It's funny that my blog is "Hold on, It's a bumpy ride," because it becomes more of a reality everyday. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How could you see what you see and not totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Want to discontinue me for all eternity and then some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It bothers me so that I could be so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Completely unaffected when connected to the holy one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so I sit here and stare at this page and wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At what age it will become clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So for now I am clueless to how you do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And how you move this spirit in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm going &lt;strong&gt;Your&lt;/strong&gt; way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I cannot see in front of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm going Your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though I feel lost at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How could your favor be the flavor I savor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the fruits of my labor are so unfavorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And old pages are setting the stages for something outrageous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A man who can save all our souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And you know and you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm going Your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though I cannot see in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm going Your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though I feel lost at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ride the wave, wave goodbye, by the way did I mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hat I don't know the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So could you take me by the hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And lead me to the dryer land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I can finally breathe again instead of sinking like a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now I will diligently and not religiously but affectionately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;efore the throne of your grace in this place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And seek your face&lt;/span&gt; f&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or all eternity and then some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Jimmy Needham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-2167057671048137467?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/2167057671048137467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=2167057671048137467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2167057671048137467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2167057671048137467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-at-sea.html' title='Lost at Sea'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-533941613330763392</id><published>2008-11-24T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:40:43.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Slapsgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SSsQfCwiIJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BWFr-wdfA7s/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272325914269720722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SSsQfCwiIJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BWFr-wdfA7s/s200/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't slap you - I just high-fived your face..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS "Just be yourself. People like you." (for all you Mitch Hedberg fans--you know who you are...) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-533941613330763392?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/533941613330763392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=533941613330763392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/533941613330763392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/533941613330763392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-slapsgiving.html' title='Happy Slapsgiving!'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SSsQfCwiIJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BWFr-wdfA7s/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-1624733008703681407</id><published>2008-11-17T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:08:25.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a VACATION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever have those days (or weeks) when you just need to get away - from work, from school, from people, from everything?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I'm there. But at least there's hope - 1 week til semi-vacation! yay! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him." - James 1:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-1624733008703681407?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/1624733008703681407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=1624733008703681407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1624733008703681407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1624733008703681407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-vacation.html' title='I Need a VACATION!'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-5630625321231823017</id><published>2008-11-13T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:47:41.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'm the biggest sinner I know." - CJ Mahaney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We like to judge others and jump to conclusions based on their words and actions. But in reality, &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt; are the biggest sinners we know, because we know our own actions, words, thoughts, and motives. So, it's no use comparing ourselves with others to try to feel better about ourselves, because in the end, we're still the 'biggest loser.' We all deny it, but if we were &lt;u&gt;completely&lt;/u&gt; honest with ourselves, we'd have to admit that it's true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's also pretty easy to look at everyone else's faults and decide what they need to change about their actions, their decisions, their personality, and even their clothes. This truth is actually pretty ironic. We spend so much time looking in the mirror and focusing on ourselves, but all we see is what is wrong with everyone else. How does that even happen? I'm pretty sure there an 1,859 reasons (or excuses) why, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. What does matter is that we realize when we are &lt;strong&gt;criticizing God's creation&lt;/strong&gt; (including ourselves). Everyone has faults, but we can't be so consumed with what's wrong with the world that we fail to do anything about the one person we can change--ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just food for thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-5630625321231823017?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/5630625321231823017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=5630625321231823017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5630625321231823017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5630625321231823017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/11/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-3797628242921103950</id><published>2008-11-12T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:55:36.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is a turkey recipe that also includes the use of popcorn as a  stuffing -- imagine that.When I found this recipe, I thought it was perfect for people like me, who just are not sure how to tell when poultry is thoroughly cooked, but not dried out.Give this a try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15 lb. turkey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 cup melted butter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 cup stuffing (Pepperidge Farm is Good.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 cup uncooked popcorn (ORVILLE REDENBACHER'S LOW FAT) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Salt/pepper to taste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Brush turkey well with melted butter salt, and pepper. Fill cavity with stuffing and popcorn. Place in baking pan with the neck end toward the back of the oven. Listen for the popping sounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the turkey's  rear-end  blows the oven door open and the bird flies across the room, it's done.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And, you thought I didn't cook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-3797628242921103950?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/3797628242921103950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=3797628242921103950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3797628242921103950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3797628242921103950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-tips.html' title='Turkey Tips'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-6868686707844657267</id><published>2008-11-11T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:03:42.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution to Slavery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"According to the Bible, the primary way to define &lt;strong&gt;sin&lt;/strong&gt; is not just the doing of bad things, but the making of good things into &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ultimate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; things. It is seeking to establish a sense of self by making something else more central to your significance, purpose, and happiness than your relationship to God..." (Timothy Keller, “The Reason for God”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Problem with Man Seldom Lies in his “Things” but rather in what has become his “Ultimate Things.”&lt;br /&gt;When the Wrong Things become Ultimate Things, man Loses His Freedom and takes on a Yoke of Slavery.&lt;br /&gt;(Keith Collins)&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;We've been enslaved to sin, which includes not just bad things but also the good things that become our focus and distract us from God. But luckily, God has the solution for slavery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Come to me&lt;/strong&gt;, 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, &lt;strong&gt;and you will find rest for your souls&lt;/strong&gt;. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." - Matthew 11:28-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-6868686707844657267?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/6868686707844657267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=6868686707844657267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6868686707844657267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6868686707844657267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/11/solution-to-slavery.html' title='Solution to Slavery'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-2627778551503132317</id><published>2008-11-06T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:00:17.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the Ameriquest Mortgage commercials are &lt;strong&gt;hilarious&lt;/strong&gt;! Here are a few of my fav.s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1QbboOzpy7g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1QbboOzpy7g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEfg3mVqPtE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEfg3mVqPtE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15pycI5A2kc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15pycI5A2kc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-2627778551503132317?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/2627778551503132317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=2627778551503132317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2627778551503132317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2627778551503132317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-judge.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8361042564190442216</id><published>2008-11-04T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:18:20.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Voting Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May the madness soon be over!!!...(or just beginning, based on who's elected) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8361042564190442216?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8361042564190442216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8361042564190442216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8361042564190442216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8361042564190442216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-voting-day.html' title='Happy Voting Day'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-6522087440970550382</id><published>2008-11-03T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:00:43.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins + Hip Hop = Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We finally carved our pumpkins last week at family dinner night...here's a little taste of what really went down. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQ8QfJR-WoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n3Xkz8xNL28/s1600-h/fun+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264444616672696962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQ8QfJR-WoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n3Xkz8xNL28/s200/fun+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQ8QehrIUqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/R6o_f0dQY18/s1600-h/fun4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264444606040789666" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQ8QehrIUqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/R6o_f0dQY18/s200/fun4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQ8QeRxi4NI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lg7LHYII6WA/s1600-h/fun3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264444601772728530" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQ8QeRxi4NI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lg7LHYII6WA/s200/fun3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQ8QfmJ6MYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zuAVPGvlCSo/s1600-h/fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264444624423498114" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQ8QfmJ6MYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zuAVPGvlCSo/s200/fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Congrats to Mari &amp;amp; Julie on their 1st pumpkin carving experiences! You survived! And while you can't hear our hip hop playlist, it was definitely there :)&lt;/span&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/4720638679886136945-6522087440970550382?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/6522087440970550382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=6522087440970550382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6522087440970550382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6522087440970550382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkins-hip-hop-family-fun.html' title='Pumpkins + Hip Hop = Family Fun'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQ8QfJR-WoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n3Xkz8xNL28/s72-c/fun+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-6811012428284337655</id><published>2008-10-30T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:27:29.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Out of the Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What comes out of our mouths reflects what's in our hearts. And who we are (which can be seen in what we say and how we say it) is more important that what we do, so we must take the time to look--really look--at ourselves and see who we are. Consider what you are saying today. Is it angry? bitter? hurtful? joyful? encouraging? apathetic? And more importantly, does it reflect who you want to be? Because you are the only one who can keep you from becoming who you want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-6811012428284337655?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/6811012428284337655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=6811012428284337655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6811012428284337655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6811012428284337655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-out-of-heart.html' title='For Out of the Heart...'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-626410040699727976</id><published>2008-10-27T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:31:38.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm posting some pics from the cruise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of firsts on this trip, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiDE9atdlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o3Ry-NDm-18/s1600-h/trampoline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600285811734098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiDE9atdlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o3Ry-NDm-18/s200/trampoline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time jumping on a trampoline in the middle of the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiC9g29XSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xGtu9GPL330/s1600-h/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600157886504226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiC9g29XSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xGtu9GPL330/s200/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time eating sushi &amp;amp; liking it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiC9VWDtTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Vg6i35F9tYY/s1600-h/slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600154795717938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiC9VWDtTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Vg6i35F9tYY/s200/slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiC9ce-10I/AAAAAAAAAOg/8CNESFqYqTU/s1600-h/slide+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600156712195906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiC9ce-10I/AAAAAAAAAOg/8CNESFqYqTU/s200/slide+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiC9BRRmZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fF_h7tfioWc/s1600-h/slide+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600149406947730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiC9BRRmZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fF_h7tfioWc/s200/slide+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time riding water slides on a ship in the middle of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiC9F4i0SI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xUuQh6CnKRQ/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600150645395746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiC9F4i0SI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xUuQh6CnKRQ/s200/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st gala dinner pic in front of a lego cruise ship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiCsScG16I/AAAAAAAAAOI/6_VsmA3FhoY/s1600-h/duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262599861958006690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiCsScG16I/AAAAAAAAAOI/6_VsmA3FhoY/s200/duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time I faced off with a towel duck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiCrvieRII/AAAAAAAAAOA/vi6x33E8Ks4/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262599852589466754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiCrvieRII/AAAAAAAAAOA/vi6x33E8Ks4/s200/dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time I learned to latin dance on the main stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiCrWgYELI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SMvPJVGCFKs/s1600-h/chichen+itza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262599845869785266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiCrWgYELI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SMvPJVGCFKs/s200/chichen+itza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiCrFWvDYI/AAAAAAAAANw/j0lxGm801Aw/s1600-h/chichen+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262599841265945986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiCrFWvDYI/AAAAAAAAANw/j0lxGm801Aw/s200/chichen+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st trip to Chichen Itza, 1 of the 7 wonders of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiDE5cLWjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9U1cPxdfA6I/s1600-h/well.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600284744145458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiDE5cLWjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9U1cPxdfA6I/s200/well.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also went Snuba Diving, which was a first (but I'll have to scan those pics) and had lobster and escargo for the first time :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned. More pics to come...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-626410040699727976?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/626410040699727976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=626410040699727976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/626410040699727976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/626410040699727976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/10/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SQiDE9atdlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o3Ry-NDm-18/s72-c/trampoline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-4774206837629226369</id><published>2008-10-27T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:10:23.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeds Breed Deeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable,--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me--put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you."      Phil. 4:8-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We so often hear verses or songs that we've heard all of our lives and easily overlook what they are saying. This verse is very much that way in my life. It is full of commands and promises while revealing the character of God, but it is so easy not to notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our Pivot message this past week was on biblical thinking, and several points about this verse stood out, so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ We are to think godly thoughts so that we might cultivate godly desires - we won't live what we are not thinking. &lt;strong&gt;(creeds breed deeds - our beliefs will affect our actions)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ We let the world be the trend-setter, rather than God. God may reveal something and we just think it's ok. Then, the world reveals the same thing, and we think it's amazing. Our minds are very impressionable, and we let the world have more access to it than God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ The reality is that for better or worse, your thought patterns are tied into everything that's going on in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ Don't overlook the promise in the verse: "the God of peace will be with you"; as we change our thoughts, we experience grace, peace, joy, etc. And as a result, we experience God and learn more about his character, because God &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; grace, peace, joy, etc. As we think on truth, excellence, and beauty, we encounter Christ, who is truth, excellence, beauty. &lt;strong&gt;The God of peace will be with you&lt;/strong&gt; and the peace of God will be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-4774206837629226369?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/4774206837629226369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=4774206837629226369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4774206837629226369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4774206837629226369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/10/creeds-breed-deeds.html' title='Creeds Breed Deeds'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-5498944169801683805</id><published>2008-10-10T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:29:11.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Days from Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SO9wBAbRHtI/AAAAAAAAANo/4hXikM1wjHk/s1600-h/cruise+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255542452761206482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SO9wBAbRHtI/AAAAAAAAANo/4hXikM1wjHk/s200/cruise+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today starts the 8-day countdown to our cruise! Yay! Needless to say, it is MUCH needed right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Oct. 18!!! You can do it! Come ON!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SO9v9BmMLVI/AAAAAAAAANg/xn5AFX6yxmk/s1600-h/cruise1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255542384355978578" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="147" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SO9v9BmMLVI/AAAAAAAAANg/xn5AFX6yxmk/s200/cruise1.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SO9v84vIqJI/AAAAAAAAANY/QSEcuJPh2xo/s1600-h/cruise+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255542381977577618" style="CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SO9v84vIqJI/AAAAAAAAANY/QSEcuJPh2xo/s200/cruise+2.bmp" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-5498944169801683805?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/5498944169801683805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=5498944169801683805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5498944169801683805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5498944169801683805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-days-from-paradise.html' title='8 Days from Paradise'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SO9wBAbRHtI/AAAAAAAAANo/4hXikM1wjHk/s72-c/cruise+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-469980111914421139</id><published>2008-10-07T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:03:35.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palin vs. Clinton</title><content type='html'>This SNL skit is pretty funny. Fox would be proud of this 'fair and balanced' speech. :) But don't take my word for it, watch for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/palin-hillary-open/656281/"&gt;http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/palin-hillary-open/656281/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-469980111914421139?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/469980111914421139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=469980111914421139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/469980111914421139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/469980111914421139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/10/palin-vs-clinton.html' title='Palin vs. Clinton'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-6037503994267997425</id><published>2008-10-01T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T07:07:48.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with Anxiety!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just some thoughts from this past week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Rejoice in the Lord &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; be anxious about &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt;, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with &lt;strong&gt;thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt;, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Phil. 4:4-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Rejoice in the Lord ALWAYS. This is not a conditional statement. It's a command. It is not dependent on whether or not life is going as I'd like or whether everything seems to be going wrong. Rejoice &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Do not be anxious about anything. Worry is like sitting in a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it gets you nowhere. And in the end, you're just tired and frustrated and have nothing to show for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Bring everything to God with thanksgiving. We often read God our want list without expressing our gratitude for the things we have. Or we express to God what we are feeling and ask for His help, but again we do not thank him for the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you for my bills, for they mean my needs are being met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you for tests and assignments, because they mean I am being challenged and prepared to serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you for interaction with stressful people, because it means I have the opportunity to learn patience and understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you for my job and all of the good and bad aspects that come with it, because it means I am able to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you for not letting me know the future, because it causes me to depend and trust in you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you for the daily reminder that I will never overcome sin, because it reminds me of your grace and mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you for health problems, because it makes me more appreciative of the times when I am healthy and nothing hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Most of all, thank you for being faithful, even when I am not. You know my every need, and I trust you to provide. Help me to be anxious about nothing and thankful for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/4720638679886136945-6037503994267997425?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/6037503994267997425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=6037503994267997425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6037503994267997425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6037503994267997425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/10/down-with-anxiety.html' title='Down with Anxiety!'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-7969303603452074813</id><published>2008-09-19T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:52:11.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neverending Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While looking through our pics from the AT hiking trip, we realized there was an ongoing story throughout the trip that we had never even noticed. (Disclaimer: The story I'm about to tell is not really true, but it WAS absolutely hilarious to us as we started making up our own story while looking at the pics.) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's a legend of a girl who once ventured off into the mountains with her dear friends. However, something occurred in the hills that the group of friends has never recovered from...something terrible and unexplainable. This is the story of the fateful weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRYImVtxLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/j_o1SA72fqw/s1600-h/DSCF1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247916370547295410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRYImVtxLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/j_o1SA72fqw/s200/DSCF1928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once upon a time, a hiking trip occurred. There was lots of time for thinking and reflecting on God's creation. That is, until "the neverending story" began. The story is said to go something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRT-nsxnSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/reMZ9POAu2s/s1600-h/DSCF1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247911801067248930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRT-nsxnSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/reMZ9POAu2s/s200/DSCF1966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marsha: Hey, let's take a pic on this bridge...and then I'll tell you a story that I was just reminded of..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNr6CQkYEoI/AAAAAAAAANI/zaTXJkb9LlY/s1600-h/DSCF1962+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249783232367956610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNr6CQkYEoI/AAAAAAAAANI/zaTXJkb9LlY/s200/DSCF1962+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marsha: So, one time when I was in the Philippines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(15 minutes later...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bill: (thinking: wow, this story is amazing, but it sure has been going on for a while. I think I'll start walking and she can finish telling it on the way to the waterfalls.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRT9_tx1kI/AAAAAAAAALo/FtUuDvO7Njo/s1600-h/DSCF1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247911790334039618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRT9_tx1kI/AAAAAAAAALo/FtUuDvO7Njo/s200/DSCF1968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marsha: blah, blah, blah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bill: (thinking: ok, so it's been 45 minutes and the story is still going. It HAS to be almost over.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRT-NrGwOI/AAAAAAAAALw/DrhYmCQfhzQ/s1600-h/DSCF1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247911794080923874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRT-NrGwOI/AAAAAAAAALw/DrhYmCQfhzQ/s200/DSCF1969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marsha: Wait, Bill. Come back! I'm not finished yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRYI9ZztVI/AAAAAAAAANA/fyIOge0Ap7Y/s1600-h/DSCF1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247916376738477394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRYI9ZztVI/AAAAAAAAANA/fyIOge0Ap7Y/s200/DSCF1898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marsha: blah, blah, blah, Philippines, blah, blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mari: (thinking: Wow, Bill was not joking. This story is STILL going on!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRUYd2BCiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kHQcb8ak1rQ/s1600-h/DSCF1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247912245098252834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRUYd2BCiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kHQcb8ak1rQ/s200/DSCF1986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marsha: Bill, Mari. Are you up there? I have to finish my story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRUYjPLCeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KyunGrA-zPM/s1600-h/DSCF2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247912246545943010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRUYjPLCeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KyunGrA-zPM/s200/DSCF2004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bill: You don't understand, Mari, I CANNOT listen to any more stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mari: I know, but just try to be nice. We only have 46 hours left. Or, maybe we can lose her on the trail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRWIN-fa4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yT2d8nDhVj0/s1600-h/DSCF2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247914164984179586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRWIN-fa4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yT2d8nDhVj0/s200/DSCF2029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marsha: Hey, listen to this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bill: Jump, Mari! Let's get out of here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mari: Wait for me, Bill!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRYH1EAz9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/7md11W4ByhQ/s1600-h/DSCF1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247916357319708626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRYH1EAz9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/7md11W4ByhQ/s200/DSCF1907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later that night, Bill wrote in is journal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Dear God, I know I've been praying for patience and perseverance lately, but seriously? Having to listen to Marsha is a little extreme don't you think?..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRWIbzILeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BImAP-0Bugk/s1600-h/DSCF2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247914168694615522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRWIbzILeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BImAP-0Bugk/s200/DSCF2042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The group did have a one night break between hiking, and they were seen out in the square resting and having a good meal. Legend says that one person remembered seeing the group that night and overheard the following conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marsha: That was so much fun, but I'm glad to be out for the night and rest a little. Hey, that reminds me of a story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*cricket, cricket*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And that was the last time Marsha was ever seen again. People sometimes say they can hear her at night...laughing and telling a story. Mari and Bill, on the other hand, also hear her at night, but only because their therapists haven't helped them work through all of the memories and the nightmares continue. Perhaps one day we will find out what really happened in the mountains that weekend. But until then, the legend lives on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~THE END~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-7969303603452074813?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/7969303603452074813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=7969303603452074813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7969303603452074813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7969303603452074813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/09/neverending-story.html' title='The Neverending Story'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNRYImVtxLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/j_o1SA72fqw/s72-c/DSCF1928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-4990660999270736796</id><published>2008-09-16T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:38:56.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lake Runs Thru It</title><content type='html'>I realize that usually lakes don't run through anything, unless you are in New Orleans when there's a tropical storm warning. Needless to say, we received nothing from Hurricane Ike compared to Texas. However, the lake did decide to leave its comfort zone (&amp;amp; ours) to come play with us, and the crazy winds were actually a little fun. (Except for the time the wind almost blew us off of the levee, which would have led to certain death...or two wet and muddy girls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnS0SR4kI/AAAAAAAAAKg/34WOHxaZY5I/s1600-h/100_3395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246807138857247298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnS0SR4kI/AAAAAAAAAKg/34WOHxaZY5I/s200/100_3395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The morning started w/ our fence blowing into the neighbor's car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't worry-MB &amp;amp; I fixed it :) :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnUGdDWWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/g7ZDzdAbkNo/s1600-h/100_3418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246807160914139490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnUGdDWWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/g7ZDzdAbkNo/s200/100_3418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The city did close the gates to keep the lake out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but yes, that is water coming thru &amp;amp; under the gate. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBrKfsENFI/AAAAAAAAALY/7pTS0jprnAY/s1600-h/100_3421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246811393935815762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBrKfsENFI/AAAAAAAAALY/7pTS0jprnAY/s200/100_3421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But don't worry. The drain is catching the water leaking thru the gates...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reason #57 that the city floods when it rains, and when it doesn't...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnTm5O_3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Cl2-otdug1Y/s1600-h/100_3404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246807152442408818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnTm5O_3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Cl2-otdug1Y/s200/100_3404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The mailman actually came while we were there. Someone offered him their kayak if he wanted to keep going, but he refused--not exactly what I call commitment to the job. Apparantly, the saying "neither rain nor sleet nor snow..." does not apply during a tropical storm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnUdaeeLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fkulh32_2gE/s1600-h/100_3432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246807167077349554" style="CURSOR: hand" height="137" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnUdaeeLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fkulh32_2gE/s200/100_3432.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnUgeyfgI/AAAAAAAAALA/HOFQ7odlsts/s1600-h/100_3447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246807167900745218" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="134" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnUgeyfgI/AAAAAAAAALA/HOFQ7odlsts/s200/100_3447.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, this is the lake. But it's supposed to be the parking lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnxRBf_GI/AAAAAAAAALI/dsQqBCJINGI/s1600-h/100_3456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246807661967572066" style="CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnxRBf_GI/AAAAAAAAALI/dsQqBCJINGI/s200/100_3456.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnxoeBYXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iJh7sSKHfbQ/s1600-h/100_3463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246807668261216626" style="CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnxoeBYXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iJh7sSKHfbQ/s200/100_3463.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ridiculous-crazy wind does not equal cool hair. But it does equal mucho fun!&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="left"&gt;P.S. Meanwhile, back in the car, a lonely carton of Edie's ice cream melts away. (Can I write that off as a disaster-related loss?). . . Ah, the price you pay for being a fox news correspondent. Dang you Fox News UReport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-4990660999270736796?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/4990660999270736796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=4990660999270736796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4990660999270736796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4990660999270736796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/09/lake-runs-thru-it.html' title='A Lake Runs Thru It'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SNBnS0SR4kI/AAAAAAAAAKg/34WOHxaZY5I/s72-c/100_3395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-2806307633248802580</id><published>2008-09-14T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T07:17:23.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Purpose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is it that you want to do, and what is it that you were meant to do? One of the mega trends of the past few years has been finding purpose. Obviously, there is an innate desire to have and fulfill a purpose, to find the meaning of life and what your role is in it. We are all here for a reason, and every person, whether they are a believer or not, can sense it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the real question is, when you find out what that purpose is, are you going to be willing to do your part, even if it means doing something that is hard or dangerous. Many people will ask you why you would be willing to go overseas or confront someone or do anything that seems unpleasant when you could choose not to do so. But what everyone forgets is that if we are doing what we were called to do, then we are much safer in that place or experience than we would be anywhere else. My mom used to worry about me going places and doing new things, but then she would always say, "But I know that God can take care of you there just as well as He can take care of you here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My desire to be adventurous, to truly live, and to fulfill God's purpose is there for a reason, just as your desires and goals and purposes have been given to you for a reason. Don't back down from doing what you know you are supposed to do just because it doesn't seem safe or because other people don't understand. People will never fully understand. That's just part of the test of obedience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being the quote freak that I am:), I have a quote that often challenges me in these areas--to do things that will enable me to live and not just be alive but also to do what I am called to do, even when I don't want to, when it seems dangerous, or when other people just don't understand. And I hope you accept the challenge to do what you are called to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The ship is safest when it is in port. But that's not what ships were made for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-2806307633248802580?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/2806307633248802580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=2806307633248802580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2806307633248802580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2806307633248802580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-your-purpose.html' title='What&apos;s Your Purpose?'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8425521129124697874</id><published>2008-09-12T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:30:32.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I've said it before and I'll say it again--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there is a difference between &lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We all need to be reminded of this on a regular basis, and since this idea was one of the reasons for starting this blog, I thought I'd remind us all. So...this is your friendly reminder :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"May you live all the days of your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8425521129124697874?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8425521129124697874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8425521129124697874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8425521129124697874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8425521129124697874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-than-alive.html' title='More than Alive'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-1392820757573108752</id><published>2008-09-11T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:17:35.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, so I may not do the whole hiking series I had planned on, but I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; add some more pics. Also, we took some video clips as part of our documentary and are planning on making a "movie" of sorts. Should we ever finish it, I might be persuaded to add it, also. But don't think you're getting off the hook that easy. There will be one more day of pics after today that tell a story--granted, it is a misleading story, but still, who's going to know if you weren't on the trip :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmuBwCw6LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RHwRFPYNvzc/s1600-h/100_3288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244914586149251250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmuBwCw6LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RHwRFPYNvzc/s200/100_3288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The 3 Amigos (Aaron wasn't w/ us yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmuCXQpp8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/CpHKn-1r8mU/s1600-h/100_3321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244914596676478914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmuCXQpp8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/CpHKn-1r8mU/s200/100_3321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, hey Aaron. There you are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmx2xxKjcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zQq353E4QYE/s1600-h/DSCF2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244918795680255426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmx2xxKjcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zQq353E4QYE/s200/DSCF2003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mari &amp;amp; Bill pumping water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmx2j7UaGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/W8qeycL_3Sc/s1600-h/DSCF1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244918791964747874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmx2j7UaGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/W8qeycL_3Sc/s200/DSCF1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sun is setting between our heads...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244916281196105650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmvkalbT7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BvSluT6qVN8/s200/DSCF1946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...nevermind. Bill caught it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmuCh620EI/AAAAAAAAAJI/utLqBVjpYVA/s1600-h/DSCF1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244914599537856578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmuCh620EI/AAAAAAAAAJI/utLqBVjpYVA/s200/DSCF1931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Simba, one day all of this will be yours..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmx3dxBmeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oSzgbAqvyNE/s1600-h/DSCF2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244918807490828770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmx3dxBmeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oSzgbAqvyNE/s200/DSCF2000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everything was really not this blue :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmuC1zw9eI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SLQevusM7yg/s1600-h/DSCF2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244914604876821986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmuC1zw9eI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SLQevusM7yg/s200/DSCF2015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But the water &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; FREEZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmx36U710I/AAAAAAAAAKY/YtxsOLVmZyg/s1600-h/DSCF2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244918815157638978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmx36U710I/AAAAAAAAAKY/YtxsOLVmZyg/s200/DSCF2034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reward when we finished:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;going to Amsterdam, aka Helen, GA :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saved the best for last. While at the falls, we came across Gollum, from Lord of the Rings. It turns out he is quite the acrobat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-95a88f588a9bf226" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95a88f588a9bf226%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330299471%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AA25F293A68611B7D22D341BF478100DDA2904.60240119216137778C54DED43D644F17945677F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95a88f588a9bf226%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnxkJNZ45y1lB2O2r8me37RwhnEk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95a88f588a9bf226%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330299471%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AA25F293A68611B7D22D341BF478100DDA2904.60240119216137778C54DED43D644F17945677F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95a88f588a9bf226%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnxkJNZ45y1lB2O2r8me37RwhnEk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in tomorrow for another episode of "What Not To Do When Hiking" with your host, Marsha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-1392820757573108752?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=95a88f588a9bf226&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/1392820757573108752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=1392820757573108752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1392820757573108752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1392820757573108752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/09/pack-it-out.html' title='Pack It Out'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SMmuBwCw6LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RHwRFPYNvzc/s72-c/100_3288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-676076603667079152</id><published>2008-09-09T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:49:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SManJTCV2cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EFUFZf0NsUI/s1600-h/100_3308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244062594290276802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SManJTCV2cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EFUFZf0NsUI/s200/100_3308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We finally made it out of the mountains, and we're all still alive...barely :) It was an extremely challenging week but the kind that you look back on and remember as mostly good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll add more stories, pics, and details later, but I have to read a 500 page book and do a book review in two days, so I'll just give highlights for now. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ finally seeing Bigfoot in the GA mountains - we have video to prove it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ climbing waterfalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ mice running around our heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ sore muscles and blisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ watching Gollum from Lord of the Rings play in the stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ networking on the trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ 26 miles! (which feels like 72 for those of you who don't hike) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~ new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SManJkpA6zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0IhdymdywKc/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244062599015885618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SManJkpA6zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0IhdymdywKc/s200/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's hard to see, but Mari &amp;amp; I are sitting on the rock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;half way up the falls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-676076603667079152?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/676076603667079152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=676076603667079152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/676076603667079152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/676076603667079152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-finished.html' title='It Is Finished'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SManJTCV2cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EFUFZf0NsUI/s72-c/100_3308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-1402270706671692385</id><published>2008-09-02T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:10:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I haven't done a very good job of keeping you updated about our training experiences for the AT Experience (from an earlier post in case you missed it). But tomorrow is the big day. FINALLY, we're going hiking. It came close to not happening several times, but we have overcome! :) Despite Hurricane Gustav and lots of other obstacles, we are still planning on going. I guess it just makes it part of the experience. AND, the best part is that we actually achieved all of the training goals we set for ourselves, even though we thought there was absolutely no way we could reach them by the time we were supposed to leave. Unfortunately, we never got to practice climbing steep hills with our packs on, because our plan was to go climb the levees this past weekend. Obviously, that didn't happen. Although if it had, I think we would've been much more prepared than we ever needed to be. :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All this to say, all of our hard work will be tested over the next few days as we go on our hiking extravaganza. Just like the levees, we'll see if our hard work and preparation pays off. Hopefully, it will. Otherwise, this might be the last post I ever write...just kidding. I'll be sure to post pics when we get back, but until then be praying for us. Pray for new friendships (since I only know one person going), endurance and stamina, lots of learning experiences, and tons of fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-1402270706671692385?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/1402270706671692385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=1402270706671692385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1402270706671692385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1402270706671692385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-minus-1.html' title='T minus 1'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-3931326647692722112</id><published>2008-08-28T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:27:46.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So En Fuego-Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, you’ve heard all about En Fuego and the lack thereof. Now for the rest of the weekend…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The weekend just got better from there. (And I'm being totally sarcastic.) I won't take the time to tell you everything that happened, because you probably wouldn't believe me anyway. I'll just say this...by the time we were finally crossing the twin-span back into New Orleans, the wind was blowing so hard we thought we would blow off the road into the river. And had we blown into river, we were not even going to fight it. "Hold your breath ‘til you pass out and just go quietly into the cold, dirty water." That was the philosophy me and MB had agreed upon. But with the way the weekend was going, we probably would've miraculously floated...back to Slidell, where we would've been forced to drive over AGAIN. Obviously, we made it across, and the weekend was definitely an experience, to say the least. And at the end of the day, that's all that matters, so I guess it was a success.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will, however, tell you a few of the other crazy things that happened in our two-day trip: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-just as the power went out, a roach ran across my foot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-my roommates had a slight accident in my car while I was gone, resulting in my side mirror hanging by the wire and a few other things; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-the power was out at most every gas station or Wal-mart we tried to go to for about an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-we found speed bumps that are so big, they hit underneath the car while we were going over...I guess it's a good thing we didn't get stuck :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-while eating at El Jalapeno's during TS Fay, water starting coming in under the walls and the wind was so strong it kept sucking the doors open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-MB missed seeing Family Force 5 for the second time this year :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are a FEW of our adventures, but you get the idea. But to end on a positive note, a few of the other things that were fun were: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;learning that the state of Alabama is apparently obsessed with turkey and the girl at Sonic giving a drum roll before giving us our totals, which made me want to tip here a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, we are waiting to see where Gustav is going to go. Hopefully, this weekend will not be as "exciting" as last weekend. Pray that it's really boring. :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And now for the finale... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLcklQKjT1I/AAAAAAAAAII/eiJIIokjGtQ/s1600-h/100_3122.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239696913881845586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLcklQKjT1I/AAAAAAAAAII/eiJIIokjGtQ/s200/100_3122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Us looking for Family Force 5...or pirates&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLckl0BExWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3P5Y8qQCl5Y/s1600-h/100_3159.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239696923505771874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLckl0BExWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3P5Y8qQCl5Y/s200/100_3159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, we resorted to begging Fay to STOP...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLckmayl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/r6H9uAIN3kk/s1600-h/100_3169.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239696933914008562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLckmayl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/r6H9uAIN3kk/s200/100_3169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh well, back to senior portraits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLckncPLsSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/omgMGFu3X08/s1600-h/100_3191.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239696951482233122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLckncPLsSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/omgMGFu3X08/s200/100_3191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And when all else fails, dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(or jump around and act a fool) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-3931326647692722112?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/3931326647692722112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=3931326647692722112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3931326647692722112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3931326647692722112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-so-en-fuego-pt-2.html' title='Not So En Fuego-Pt. 2'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLcklQKjT1I/AAAAAAAAAII/eiJIIokjGtQ/s72-c/100_3122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8083961277868446011</id><published>2008-08-27T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:22:40.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En Fuego My Ego - Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we set off for En Fuego, an all-day concert with tons of great bands. However, our non-friend (TS Fay, as we like to call her) also decided to come to the concert. After driving for a little over 5 hours in crazy wind and rain, we arrived at our friend Jen's house. We drove out to En Fuego just in time for the entire thing to shut down due to 60 mph wind advisories and tornado watches/warnings. Good times. But after driving 5 hours, we felt like we still needed to do something fun to justify the drive (not that hanging out w/ Jen wasn't fun) :) We also needed to test out the 87 cent ponchos from Wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed out to some random places around town and eventually end up at Jen's church for our 'senior portraits' with our ponchos. All the while TS Fay is moving in, which did help with the wind effect we needed for some of the shots. :) However, it was kind of scary a few times, what with the transformers surging every time the power went out and the massive tree limbs falling all around us. No, it was probably not the smartest thing we've ever done, but it was one of the funest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so originally this post got VERY long, so I’ll divide it into 2 parts. You can thank me later :) But for now, I'll just post some of the pics so that maybe you'll bear with me and tune in for episode 2, coming to a city near you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5EfUC1gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jpUudl-Rsm0/s1600-h/100_3106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239367597035804162" style="CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5EfUC1gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jpUudl-Rsm0/s200/100_3106.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5EOCZMQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oGlaCw6hVkI/s1600-h/100_3108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239367592398369026" style="CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5EOCZMQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oGlaCw6hVkI/s200/100_3108.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Us on the way to En Fuego...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Jen &amp;amp; Daniel's pic didn't turn out, seeing as they were driving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5D5xFgcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4uCVhNFTWWE/s1600-h/100_3109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239367586957066690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5D5xFgcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4uCVhNFTWWE/s200/100_3109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone leaving En Fuego as we arrive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5Eip9seI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OnSWN7wW-II/s1600-h/100_3118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239367597933048290" style="CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5Eip9seI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OnSWN7wW-II/s200/100_3118.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5E1VHzoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Na5K5B8kVOQ/s1600-h/100_3124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239367602945904258" style="CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5E1VHzoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Na5K5B8kVOQ/s200/100_3124.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the playground pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5sSwV8mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KlJvyRtCpfI/s1600-h/100_3151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239368280859603554" style="CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5sSwV8mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KlJvyRtCpfI/s200/100_3151.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5sh9qaaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sPaAy5VZqWE/s1600-h/100_3155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239368284942002594" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="143" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5sh9qaaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sPaAy5VZqWE/s200/100_3155.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8083961277868446011?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8083961277868446011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8083961277868446011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8083961277868446011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8083961277868446011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/08/en-fuego-my-ego-pt-1.html' title='En Fuego My Ego - Pt. 1'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SLX5EfUC1gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jpUudl-Rsm0/s72-c/100_3106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-5630028936325917414</id><published>2008-08-22T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:34:52.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progressive Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Mary Beth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, for Mary Beth's birthday, we decided she should not be limited to choosing one place to eat. So we picked several and attempted to make it to all of them. We also decided to change things up by going to restaurants that we have at "home." (Usually, we eat at restaurants that are unique to New Orleans rather than chain restaurants.) Aaaaaand, we started a day early just so the "day" would last extra long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We started last night at Olive Garden with appetizers before heading across the street to Applebee's. Other festivities included the word find contest, the chimecheesecake scavenger hunt, and the Earl extravaganza. Those things won't mean much to you if you weren't there, but they were definitely memorable moments. We were planning on hitting up the Kupcake Factory after Applebee's, but they were closed by the time we finished. But did we give up? No! The progressive dinner stretched out over two days, finishing with the Kupcake Factory tonight before heading to the movies to see 'The House Bunny.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess it's not technically a dinner if it lasts for multiple days, but hey, if you're gonna do it, you might as well go big. Don't settle for being confined to one place, day, or dessert! That's my theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And in case you don't feel like reading, the picture version is below: :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SK-MjGXM4II/AAAAAAAAAGg/gEVwtvkhaJA/s1600-h/100_3086.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237559426286411906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SK-MjGXM4II/AAAAAAAAAGg/gEVwtvkhaJA/s200/100_3086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 1 of the party begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SK-MjRAv1tI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JSfSSEHevuY/s1600-h/100_3091.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237559429145024210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SK-MjRAv1tI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JSfSSEHevuY/s200/100_3091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SK-MjzAHRkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/31xws_cMrw8/s1600-h/100_3088.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237559438269171266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SK-MjzAHRkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/31xws_cMrw8/s200/100_3088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The word-find race goes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SK-Qd2YuC0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/CD4xhGnSyHA/s1600-h/100_3092.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237563734144977730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SK-Qd2YuC0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/CD4xhGnSyHA/s200/100_3092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the winner is... (Of course, it's me. I have mad word search skills like you would not believe) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry, we forgot to get pics of everything tonight, but hopefully you can read, so you don't need them anyway. And if you can't read, then you don't know what I just said, so you are not offended... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hope you had a great b'day, MB. And the fun doesn't stop here. En Fuego, here we come!&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/4720638679886136945-5630028936325917414?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/5630028936325917414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=5630028936325917414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5630028936325917414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/5630028936325917414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/08/progressive-dinner.html' title='Progressive Dinner'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SK-MjGXM4II/AAAAAAAAAGg/gEVwtvkhaJA/s72-c/100_3086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-7731745676442661728</id><published>2008-08-21T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:20:50.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a few thoughts from J.I. Packer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Once you become aware that the main business that you are here for is to know God, most of life's problems fall into place of their own accord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"There's a big difference between knowing God and knowing about God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What matters supremely, therefore, is not the fact that I know God, but the larger fact which underlies it--the fact that &lt;strong&gt;he knows me&lt;/strong&gt;. I am graven on the palms of his hands. I am never out of his mind. All my knowledge of him depends on his sustained initiative in knowing me. I know him because he first knew me, and continues to know me. He knows me as a friend, one who loves me; and there is no moment when his eye is off me, or his attention distracted from me, and no moment, therefore, when his care falters."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"There is certainly, great cause for humility in the thought that he sees all the twisted things about me that my fellow humans do not see (and am I glad!), and that he sees more corruption in me than that which I see in myself (which, in all conscience, is enough). There is, however, equally great incentive to worship and love God in the thought that, for some unfathomable reason, he wants me as his friend, and desires to be my friend, and has given his Son to die for me in order to realize this purpose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing God&lt;/em&gt; - J.I. Packer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-7731745676442661728?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/7731745676442661728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=7731745676442661728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7731745676442661728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7731745676442661728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/08/knowing-god.html' title='Knowing God'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8327765656433832591</id><published>2008-08-18T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:07:14.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Foot is Blurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lately, there has been a lot of discussion about Big Foot and possible new sightings. The late Mitch Hedberg also had a theory on Bigfoot, which I think makes perfect sense. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SKmPaRNlpSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bE-M9cp_yQo/s1600-h/bigfoot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235873723254678818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SKmPaRNlpSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bE-M9cp_yQo/s200/bigfoot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SKmPasbVk7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/m00JCLeeAIw/s1600-h/bigfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235873730560103346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SKmPasbVk7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/m00JCLeeAIw/s200/bigfoot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I think Bigfoot is blurry, that's the problem. It's not the photographer's fault. Bigfoot is blurry, and that's extra scary to me. There's a large out of focus monster roaming the countryside. Look out, he's fuzzy! Let's get out of here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All this time, Mitch had the answer...who knew? :)&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/4720638679886136945-8327765656433832591?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8327765656433832591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8327765656433832591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8327765656433832591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8327765656433832591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-foot-is-blurry.html' title='Big Foot is Blurry'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SKmPaRNlpSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bE-M9cp_yQo/s72-c/bigfoot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-9102597933098288137</id><published>2008-08-11T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:15:53.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SKBWfKV7_EI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3DYGWAAks0E/s1600-h/olympic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233277860356815938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SKBWfKV7_EI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3DYGWAAks0E/s200/olympic+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I officially have Olympic fever! From the opening ceremony, which was absolutely amazing, to swimming, volleyball, basketball, and gymnastics. You name it, I've seen it (or part of it)--even fencing and water polo. Ok, so I haven't watched everything, but I've at least listened to a lot of it while doing other things. But you have to admit that there's something about the sense of patriotic pride you feel when the US takes another gold or breaks another world medal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SKBVsJHdEiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BTGyx9eeiwg/s1600-h/phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233276983854305826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SKBVsJHdEiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BTGyx9eeiwg/s200/phelps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See, Phelps is excited. You should be, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The best moments of the Olympics so far (although everything has been amazing) were definitely the drums during the opening ceremony (one day that will be me...well probably not, but it would be fun) and the men's 4x100m swimming. Phelps is always fun to watch, but the relay was by far the greatest. I love team sports anyway, but the comeback at the end of the race mixed with Phelps in slow motion jumping up and down and acting a fool was the BEST! I screamed, I held my breath, I laughed hysterically. Sooo much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So to sum things up, represent and watch! (It's good for your health) :)&lt;/span&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/4720638679886136945-9102597933098288137?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/9102597933098288137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=9102597933098288137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/9102597933098288137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/9102597933098288137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-fever.html' title='Olympic Fever'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SKBWfKV7_EI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3DYGWAAks0E/s72-c/olympic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-8380857309442056640</id><published>2008-08-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:22:45.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>International Hostess Cupcake Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, so there's really no such thing as Hostess Cupcake Day...yet. But I think there should be. If, however, there were such a day, it should definitely be today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As you know, it's officially the one and only time the date will be 08/08/08. What does this have to do with cupcakes, you may ask. Good question. Well, yesterday we had an office discussion on what we should do to commemorate 08/08/08, which led to such ideas as eating 8 of everything or only eating foods that looked like (or could look like) an 8. We also all came to work today at 8:08 (oh, we're rebels-I know) :) While discussing foods and other things that might look like an 8, someone mentioned the hostess cupcake. This would be the perfect snack for today, seeing as there are actually 5 circle loops on the cupcake, which also looks like the 5 olympic rings. And since today is also the first day of the olympics, what better food would fit the occasion so perfectly?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Therefore, we voted that today should furthermore be declared 'International Hostess Cupcake Day.' So today, feel free to eat as many as you want (or 8). Dress like one. Pretend you are one. The sky's the limit. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Below you'll find pics of people (young and old, human and not) who have been honoring the day long before they even knew it existed. Way to support the holiday! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJxvjNn3HwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jt8T4Gr1nHs/s1600-h/squirrel-cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232179517840629506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJxvjNn3HwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jt8T4Gr1nHs/s200/squirrel-cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJxvZyaEnaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ffJRdN_4nFU/s1600-h/katherine-heigl-cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232179355916213666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJxvZyaEnaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ffJRdN_4nFU/s200/katherine-heigl-cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJxvZjGmuMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YrPydVcjzJU/s1600-h/girl+cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232179351808030914" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="135" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJxvZjGmuMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YrPydVcjzJU/s200/girl+cupcake.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJxvjcWCcuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OE9HW1meNOo/s1600-h/guy+cupcake.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232179521792406242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJxvjcWCcuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OE9HW1meNOo/s200/guy+cupcake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's to Hostess Cupcakes, 08/08/08, and the Olympics! May your day be filled with calories, chocolate, over-indulgence, and competitive workouts--(what a combination) :) ......Now, that's living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-8380857309442056640?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/8380857309442056640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=8380857309442056640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8380857309442056640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/8380857309442056640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/08/international-hostess-cupcake-day.html' title='International Hostess Cupcake Day'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJxvjNn3HwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jt8T4Gr1nHs/s72-c/squirrel-cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-3213749769392942529</id><published>2008-08-07T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:04:34.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The AT Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, Mari and I have officially begun training to go hiking on the Appalachain Trail in Georgia. We've been working VERY hard for the past week and a half and can already run 4 times as far as when we started, which is very encouraging. We're also going to run up and down the levees, since that's basically like climbing a steep mountain. (haha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJsNtZ9XDNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BVGYcAVpRv0/s1600-h/bloodmtncreekfalls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231790465834486994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJsNtZ9XDNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BVGYcAVpRv0/s200/bloodmtncreekfalls2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJsNtf0lLFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZNqdWRXsy6o/s1600-h/mt+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231790467408276562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJsNtf0lLFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZNqdWRXsy6o/s200/mt+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The actual mountain we'll be climbing is called Blood Mountain, to which I reply, "There better not be a good reason it's named that!" It's also near a place called Slaughter Gut, which doesn't really scream 'fun' to me, either. But now I have learned that it's name comes from the fact that a major battle occurred there, which makes me feel a &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So as a means of motivating ourselves to train, Mari and I are going to keep up with our progress here - we're bringing out the big guns when it comes to accountability. So enjoy (even though we're probably not) :) We'll make sure to try to post some pics that show our progress without making us look too much like we're dying, which is probably how we'll feel. Just kidding. No, really I'm not. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until the next update, here's to the AT Experience! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-3213749769392942529?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/3213749769392942529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=3213749769392942529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3213749769392942529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3213749769392942529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-experience.html' title='The AT Experience'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJsNtZ9XDNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BVGYcAVpRv0/s72-c/bloodmtncreekfalls2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-6813558812483113014</id><published>2008-08-05T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:39:11.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Strongholds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Sunday our pastor preached on learning to fight strongholds. It was both convicting and motivating. As I've been challenged and reminded lately to live life to it's fullest, I realize that fighting the strongholds in your life is part of the process. I'll hit some of the high points of the message, although you should really listen to the entire thing if possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, it's important to realize that the life of being a Christian is war--it involves fighting. I know this is not what we're traditionally taught growing up, but it's true. We're called to be continually fighting our strongholds, or the areas in our lives with which we are always struggling. Everyone has them, and they're different for each person. (Just like belly buttons) :) The danger, however, comes when you are unable to identify these areas, because that means you are definitely not fighting them. And if you're not fighting the enemy, that means he is living among you. The official definition of a stronghold is 'a place that has been fortified against attack,' which means these are the places in your life that when YOU go to attack them, they offer strong and often successful resistance. That is not to say that they cannot be defeated--only that it will be a hard and continuous battle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are many  possible reasons or causes for strongholds, but most often it has to do with us and our desire to fulfill and satisfy our cravings, whether it's for work, food, drugs, whatever. It is possible for us to unintentionally create an environment that is favorable to strongholds. 1 Peter 5:8-9 warns us to be watchful, because "your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour." He has lots of options to pick from, seeing as everyone has a stronghold. But Satan is not looking for just anyone. He's looking for those who are ripe-those he can &lt;strong&gt;devour&lt;/strong&gt;. When we don't fight for ourselves and resist strongholds, we are making ourselves ripe and ready to be devoured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The best way to start fighting a stronghold is to identify it, which shouldn't be hard since it will be something that is a continual struggle. Also, realize that whatever you make yourself available to will be what rules you. For example, the mind. If you make yourself available to your thoughts, ideas, fantasies, etc., they will start to take over. Also, you must make sure you are thinking accurately about your life. Are you a workaholic? Is that your stronghold? If so, remind yourself that your email is not as important as your soul. We let things take over because they are what we want, but they are definitely not what we need. Lastly, make sure you're prepared to fight each day. Pray on the armor of God each morning, realizing that Satan started the day ready to fight. And if he's ready and you're not, the probability of you losing is much higher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's both powerful and discouraging to know that this is what is happening on a daily basis, but it's better to be aware and ready to fight than allow Satan to hinder you from experiencing God's glory or discourage you by using the strongholds in your life. It's pretty powerful stuff, and there is so much more that I'm not going to take the time to write about here. Actually, these are only notes from the last part of the 3-part series. Check out the entire sermon or series on the website when you have time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's definitely one of the first steps in winning the battle. After all, the first step is admitting you have a problem. :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.lakeviewchristiancenter.com/messages/"&gt;http://www.lakeviewchristiancenter.com/messages/&lt;/a&gt;) -Both the notes and sermon are provided, so you should be good to go. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-6813558812483113014?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/6813558812483113014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=6813558812483113014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6813558812483113014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/6813558812483113014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/08/fighting-strongholds.html' title='Fighting Strongholds'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-2238461063865324703</id><published>2008-07-31T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:24:09.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea, Swans, &amp; Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKEPl0vv3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mPPnLl-AOXY/s1600-h/100_3027+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229387520716816242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKEPl0vv3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mPPnLl-AOXY/s200/100_3027+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So in honor of Jana leaving the Crescent City, the President's team had tea today at Windsor Court, which is always a good time. There were lots of laughs, some crazy stories, and (as always) excellente' food and tea. Also, there may have been an incident that involved the accidental decapitation of a swan. But don't worry. We took pictures for the crime lab, and there WILL be a full investigation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKFo1lJXDI/AAAAAAAAADw/Nxn9ipFqsng/s1600-h/100_3035.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229389053954710578" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="131" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKFo1lJXDI/AAAAAAAAADw/Nxn9ipFqsng/s200/100_3035.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKFoIy3_XI/AAAAAAAAADo/VmWm9rwIcWw/s1600-h/100_3033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229389041932696946" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="132" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKFoIy3_XI/AAAAAAAAADo/VmWm9rwIcWw/s200/100_3033.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Swan: Before &amp;amp; After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKCB8FmUxI/AAAAAAAAACw/vgNhSP7xwGk/s1600-h/100_3036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229385087151657746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKCB8FmUxI/AAAAAAAAACw/vgNhSP7xwGk/s200/100_3036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vanee w/ absolutely no remorse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKPDCjg27I/AAAAAAAAAD4/79zXixz165o/s1600-h/100_3039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229399399718771634" style="CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKPDCjg27I/AAAAAAAAAD4/79zXixz165o/s200/100_3039.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKPDn0jAjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2n69tSX0_xg/s1600-h/tea+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229399409722327602" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="117" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKPDn0jAjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2n69tSX0_xg/s200/tea+3.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKCcK7NLjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/REvS7DkHzzI/s1600-h/tea+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKCq1A71SI/AAAAAAAAADI/3qlScgHcEjo/s1600-h/100_3039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The President's Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKCcptMrOI/AAAAAAAAADA/BHD2NwPLA40/s1600-h/tea-me+%26+angelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229385546073943266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKCcptMrOI/AAAAAAAAADA/BHD2NwPLA40/s200/tea-me+%26+angelia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Angelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKBpZJwwII/AAAAAAAAACY/rEE_kDdrIqU/s1600-h/100_3031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229384665457016962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKBpZJwwII/AAAAAAAAACY/rEE_kDdrIqU/s200/100_3031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jana opening gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--Other noteworthy things that were discussed over tea: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~ a traffic jam today on I-10 due to an escaped alligator that was hit by a car...how do you claim that on your insurance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~ the lack of basements in homes in Oklahoma, resulting in tornado evacuations to New Orleans--go figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ tote. enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ "I mean, you don't have to chase me down to give me a tip. Really. I'll just take it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Vanee: "Do you want white or dark chocolate?" Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'm an equal opportunity chocolate eater. I don't discrimate based on color."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~ To: Jana From: Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll miss you Jana!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-2238461063865324703?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/2238461063865324703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=2238461063865324703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2238461063865324703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2238461063865324703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/07/tea-swans-goodbyes.html' title='Tea, Swans, &amp; Goodbyes'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJKEPl0vv3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mPPnLl-AOXY/s72-c/100_3027+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-3128885219480548000</id><published>2008-07-30T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:25:32.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hug a Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy National Cheesecake Day!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(aka Cheesecake Awareness Day)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In celebration of this most wonderful holiday, we did the obvious...devoured some cheesecake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJEdXJzQfMI/AAAAAAAAACI/8EVmj60ocS8/s1600-h/nat%27l+cheesecake+day+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992925958962370" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJEdXJzQfMI/AAAAAAAAACI/8EVmj60ocS8/s200/nat%27l+cheesecake+day+(4).jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Exhibit A: the cheesecake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJEdEsd31YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gRqj5TT84qg/s1600-h/nat%27l+cheesecake+day+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992608846992770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJEdEsd31YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gRqj5TT84qg/s200/nat%27l+cheesecake+day+(2).jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJEdOae9QAI/AAAAAAAAACA/roCCEpPgof0/s1600-h/nat%27l+cheesecake+day+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992775818395650" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="183" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJEdOae9QAI/AAAAAAAAACA/roCCEpPgof0/s200/nat%27l+cheesecake+day+(3).jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Exhibit B: cheesecake leaving the building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJEc3G2zuGI/AAAAAAAAABw/uuD11BKBwUE/s1600-h/nat%27l+cheesecake+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992375412734050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJEc3G2zuGI/AAAAAAAAABw/uuD11BKBwUE/s200/nat%27l+cheesecake+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This goes out to all those lonely cheesecakes, who had no one to share this momentous occasion with, who remain on the cold, dark shelf yet long to one day be a part of one of the best holidays ever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, If you have not done so today, HUG A CHEESECAKE! Because cheesecake needs love, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-3128885219480548000?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/3128885219480548000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=3128885219480548000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3128885219480548000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3128885219480548000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/07/hug-cheesecake.html' title='Hug a Cheesecake'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SJEdXJzQfMI/AAAAAAAAACI/8EVmj60ocS8/s72-c/nat%27l+cheesecake+day+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-4603607224824235269</id><published>2008-07-27T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:11:58.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, this weekend was semi-restful and muy fun. I had a three day weekend, was &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; productive, and got to take a nap for the first time in FOREVER! Ok, maybe not forever, but a reaaaallly long time. The rest of the weekend consisted of a little bit of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SI06LZtpswI/AAAAAAAAABg/K-re5qQDxCU/s1600-h/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898710002348802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SI06LZtpswI/AAAAAAAAABg/K-re5qQDxCU/s200/batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SI05sFknb_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6pLbGmsZ7K4/s1600-h/dancing+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898172019798002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SI05sFknb_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6pLbGmsZ7K4/s200/dancing+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This might as well have been our living room Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SI05_s0x5YI/AAAAAAAAABY/yynFFmrsaXY/s1600-h/NachoLibrePoster.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898508974089602" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="196" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SI05_s0x5YI/AAAAAAAAABY/yynFFmrsaXY/s200/NachoLibrePoster.png" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I'm worried about your salvation...and stuuuff."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SI06SVOwjxI/AAAAAAAAABo/p-yGxTJG70g/s1600-h/walking+in+rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898829058117394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SI06SVOwjxI/AAAAAAAAABo/p-yGxTJG70g/s200/walking+in+rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of the best parts of the weekend was walking and talking in the rain. God revealed several awesome lessons through stories I have told a million times, but I had never grasped what he was doing through the situation. God truly has a plan to work everything for good, whether we realize it or not. And it's especially awesome to finally realize how and when He was working in the situation, whether it's 5 minutes after the fact or 5 years, as was the case this weekend.&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/4720638679886136945-4603607224824235269?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/4603607224824235269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=4603607224824235269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4603607224824235269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4603607224824235269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/07/walk-it-out.html' title='Walk It Out'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SI06LZtpswI/AAAAAAAAABg/K-re5qQDxCU/s72-c/batman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-4474897655111291176</id><published>2008-07-23T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:23:33.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change-It's a Comin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you ever just wake up and realize that everything has changed? This happens pretty often in my life. But what's worse is when I start noticing the changes as they happen. I'm not sure which is worse---to suddenly realize my life, job, friends, family, etc. is different or to see it start changing and know there is nothing I can do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, change is not always bad. Many times change results in excitement and a better situation. But most times it's bitter sweet. There's an excitement about what is in the future, but there is sadness that life as I know it is about to change. A lot of change is coming my way--change that I never expected and didn't really want. But as the time draws near and I slowly grasp that it's inevitable, I'm starting to get excited. Yes, I'm still sad, but at least I'm prepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a very sentimental person, so I'm not surprised that I would have these thoughts. However, I'm ALWAYS surprised that it never gets easier. But that can be a good thing. And after all, easy doesn't equal happy, so it's all good. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm still not sure which is better-being surprised or being part of the process. So for now I'll just assume that both are a part of life and both can be teaching moments. So good or bad, exciting or sad, ready or not, here it comes. And I'm alright with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-4474897655111291176?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/4474897655111291176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=4474897655111291176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4474897655111291176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/4474897655111291176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/07/change-its-comin.html' title='Change-It&apos;s a Comin&apos;'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-3222431780088290503</id><published>2008-07-22T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:17:12.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Use It AND Lose It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, of course I have a hundred thousand million (aka billion) :) quotes on living life to its fullest. Recently, I was going through some I haven't read in a while and thought they were worth sharing. So here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ "Don't be afraid of the unknown in the journey; be afraid of missing the life God has appointd you to live."  (Claude Hickman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ "It is easy for your heart to trick you into trying to save your life, but if you let it, it will certainly cost you the life you were meant to experience: the life on the journey."   (Claude Hickman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ "I am convinced the great tragedy is not the sins that we commit, but the life that we fail to live...At worst a passive life is only pitied, yet God counts it as a tragedy when we choose to simply watch life rather than live it."   (Erwin McManus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ "Don't make a living. Make a life."   (Samuel Zwemer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ "If you want to save your life--lose it on the things that matter. &lt;strong&gt;Lose your life with all your might."   &lt;/strong&gt;(Claude Hickman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-3222431780088290503?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/3222431780088290503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=3222431780088290503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3222431780088290503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/3222431780088290503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/07/use-it-and-lose-it.html' title='Use It AND Lose It'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-2153294817388027544</id><published>2008-07-20T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:44:58.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Hands + Breakfast = Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SINNEbpvhsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fbL6v3hqPVg/s1600-h/PushButtonReceiveBacon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225104731217561282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SINNEbpvhsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fbL6v3hqPVg/s320/PushButtonReceiveBacon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hand dryers...just when you think it can't get any better, along comes breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-2153294817388027544?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/2153294817388027544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=2153294817388027544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2153294817388027544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/2153294817388027544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/07/dry-hands-breakfast-happiness.html' title='Dry Hands + Breakfast = Happiness'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SINNEbpvhsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fbL6v3hqPVg/s72-c/PushButtonReceiveBacon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-781375770640704346</id><published>2008-07-20T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:46:13.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Every day do something you don't want to do.&lt;/strong&gt; Pick up someone else's trash. Surrender your parking place. Call the long-winded relative. Carry the cooler. Doesn't have to be a big thing. Helen Keller once told the Tennessee legislature that when she was young, she had longed to do great things and could not, so she decided to do small things in a great way. Don't be too big to do something small. 'Throw yourselves into the work of the Master, confident that nothing you do for him is a waste of time or effort.' (1 Cor. 15:58 MSG)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Max Lucado &lt;em&gt;Cure for the Common Life: Living in Your Sweet Spot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-781375770640704346?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/781375770640704346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=781375770640704346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/781375770640704346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/781375770640704346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/07/serve.html' title='Serve'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-7595182533877496928</id><published>2008-07-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:48:13.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ “We wander about in times that do not belong to us, and do not think of the only one that does; so vain that we dream of times that are not and blindly flee the one that is… we think of how we are going to arrange things over which we have no control for a time that we can never be sure of reaching…Thus, we never actually live, but hope to live and since we are always planning how to be happy, it is inevitable that we should never be so.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Blaise Pascal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Matthew 6:34 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(MSG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take advantage of today, and truly live. Don't worry about things that may never happen, and don't wait for the perfect time to do what you really want to do...it may never come.&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/4720638679886136945-7595182533877496928?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/7595182533877496928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=7595182533877496928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7595182533877496928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/7595182533877496928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/07/live-it-up.html' title='Live It Up'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720638679886136945.post-1541929699878850006</id><published>2008-07-18T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:26:20.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Adventure Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So if someone randomly asked you for advice on life based on what you've learned so far, what would you say? Where do you even start to sum up all of life's lessons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was asked this recently, so I decided to look through some letters and posts I'd written to see what the overall theme was for my life. While I found many, many, many lessons, two main ideas stood out that I've been reminded of repeatedly (but obviously haven't quite yet learned). The first is that God provides, and I just have to have faith in this fact. Obviously, God doesn't act in my timing or even in the way I might want, but He definitely provides. And usually His way is so much better than I could have ever imagined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The second lesson is that we only have one life, so we need to take advantage of what we have while we can. I really love to be adventurous and to do random things and experience all life has to offer. But sometimes it's easy to get caught up in our day-to-day roles and jobs and forget that we haven't really lived. I believe we should try to never live the same day twice, but sometimes that's pretty hard to do. Then again, some days are worth living twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There's definitely a difference between living and being alive. Being alive involves eating, sleeping, and functioning in the world. Living, however, involves adventure, personal growth, and a true realization of how valuable we are simply because we are created and loved by God. Several quotes have helped challenge me in this area and have motivated me to live rather than merely being alive. Some of my favorites are listed below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ “Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, ‘Wow…what a ride!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ “Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ “May you live all the days of your life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ “Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you want, but you can only spend it once.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that's my advice. It's obviously not everything I've learned, and I'm sure it's nothing you haven't heard before, but we all need to be reminded sometimes. So there you go...&lt;/span&gt; let the adventure begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720638679886136945-1541929699878850006?l=chasinghim01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/feeds/1541929699878850006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720638679886136945&amp;postID=1541929699878850006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1541929699878850006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720638679886136945/posts/default/1541929699878850006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasinghim01.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-adventure-begin.html' title='Let the Adventure Begin'/><author><name>Msha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395902560452860820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2HUMjWNMc4/SIAEvqIc5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PT2jidt_LPM/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
