tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307119272012-01-06T17:22:33.685-05:00Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.comBlogger961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-61211832842979899162010-10-23T23:13:00.001-04:002010-10-23T23:13:43.852-04:00

To the masses, the hoards, the insane amount of readership this humble little blog has received since it was started 5 long years ago... (yes, you, Lisa and Jonny...) It is time to say farewell for now. I know, I know, you are crushed...despairing...contemplating what there is left to live for, and yet, there is hope yet. I do not feel my relationship with blogging is finished forever, but, in

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Yeah, I know...I haven't blogged in a long while. Mainly because my laptop died and life is crazy. But, here's the deal, I have wanted one of these Madsen bikes for a REALLY long time, and linking to their page enters me into a contest to win one, so...   Shameless, isn't it? ;)

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Tonight as I was putting the boys to bed, we started talking about Jesus. Kaden asked how come we can't see Him. I said we will someday. Kaden said we went to the "Jesus Loves You Party" (my mom's church's Halloween alternative party we go to every year), but he didn't even see Jesus there. I told Him one day soon, we'll see Jesus in the clouds and go live with Him forever.  We talked about how

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So...I've been a little mopey lately. I'm sorry. I just read several of my posts, and...I even depressed myself a little. I'm hoping I don't have that effect on you too. It's time to cheer up. So, things aren't exactly perfect right now. So, I'm still not pregnant, still waiting on this house, still struggling financially...so what? Paul said he had learned in whatever state he was in, therein to

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After my last post, I had hoped to be able to blog about restful sleep and leisure time. Apparently there is no rest for the weary. Last night was one of the longest of my LIFE. So, here's the breakdown: 2:00am: Kaden comes into my bed, coughing ferosciously, and gasping for air between crying and coughing. I cannot get him to calm down. I blow in his face to get him to stop for a second so I

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Today was crazy to say the least. Well, it actually started last night. Mr. Stoutimore is in Missouri running a marathon and visiting his Dad. My sister Meghan spent the night last night so she could come see the boys' last soccer games this morning. She was sick to say the least. She was hacking-up-a-lung kind of sick. And so we all had a rough night of sleep. And because my bed is extra firm

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Today I found a snake in my laundry room/garage. A big one. I called Mr. Stoutimore at work to yell at him for not being home to catch it. I've been battling cockroaches and lizards all week, but snakes are where I draw the line. When he got home, he and the boys ravaged the garage, but to no avail. I have declared a state of emergency and a full-on laundry strike until the serpent is found and

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I think about it often. I don't say it enough. I married my hero. Not only is he hot and sexy, not only is he the kind of man who ALWAYS does the dishes, and WANTS to give the kids a bath and read them stories and say prayers with them and scratch backs and sing them to sleep... Not only does he work 4 jobs and go to school, and take the boys to soccer practice, and put gas in my car, and open

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Whew! Zack finally got paid! Time to stop selling our stuff on Craig's List so we can afford groceries. And even though I'm grateful to be able to do it, grocery shopping is one of my all-time LEAST favorite things to do with my kids. Seriously. ALWAYS ends in catastrophies of Biblical proportions. Today, feeling incredibly wealthy with my $11 in spending money, and stoked about the fact that we

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This story and this song move me in so many ways. I can't help but cry (surprise) when I hear it. I'm so glad God wasn't afraid to get His hands dirty when He sent His beloved Son to earth so He could hang naked on a cross and take all that is grotesque and embarrassing and shameful and dirty in humanity onto himself...better yet, He BECAME those things for us. I love a good love story. Ours is

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As I write this, I am surrounded by piles upon piles of laundry. Some folded, some not. My house is sort-of a wreck actually. I've felt incredibly unmotivated lately, and today was not my day for changing that. It began at 7am with Kaden crying and yelling his head off that he didn't want Zack to leave for work. Zack was trying to console him while trying not to completely wake me up while trying

Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-48039928740315623272010-05-11T17:53:00.000-04:002010-05-11T17:53:02.496-04:00

Writing ones thoughts and feelings feels like somewhat of a personal thing...at least for me. I've been thinking of starting a new blog where I could post anonymously. That is, people I know wouldn't necessarily be following me. Well, after a couple of hours of trying to come up with a name for my new blog...one that isn't already being used...I've come to one conclusion: there are an insane

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Wow. I haven't blogged in oh so long. Thanks, Ruthy, for commenting and reminding me I still HAVE a blog :). I've been thinking of revamping the layout and format (attempting to), so...more to come soon! :D

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My sweet babies are getting so big. Today Kaden brought me a blanket and said we had to hide from the bad guys so they don't shoot us. Maybe no more video games with Daddy for a while. I want them to stay innocent and sweet and fearless forever. Allen's been doing this fun thing where he listens to our conversations and brings them up to other people. Yesterday in speech (I watch from behind the

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I'm thinking of reinventing myself. Does that sound pretentious? It is...well, not entirely. I stumbled across a blog today that caught me off-guard, and has started me thinking about who I am and who I want to be.Younger Whitney didn't picture 28-year-old Whitney where I am now. That's because I never thought about who I'd be at 28 years old. At best guess, I would have said I'd be married, have

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What I wouldn't give for sharper pencils, no eraserAnd for the little pieces to fall magically in placeSo I don't cut off edges with what's broken from my heartAnd press them in and work them out at a shaky-handed pace.What I wouldn't give for all my questions to be swallowedBy a fuzzy, knotty sweatshirt with a mustard stain on frontAnd I'd never reason out of all it's warmth and objectivityAnd

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Remember Dory from Finding Nemo? She had short-term memory loss, which affected everything she did. If you're like me, watching that movie, you really started to feel for Dory...especially because you understood her pain to a certain degree. I've had a bad memory for as long as I can remember...=) Well, I guess it's not terrible...just sort-of selective. Like, I will literally tune people out

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Zack and I led worship at church last week. We decided to sing the old hymn "Great Is Thy Faithfulness." And I could not even get the words out. I just stood there on stage, bawling like a baby. The words hit me so hard, and all I could do was think of my 2 little boys, and what a miracle they are to us."Great is Thy faithfulness, oh God, my Father.There is no shadow of turning with Thee.Thou

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I've found myself saying it a lot over the past several months: "Once summer's here..."Like, "Once summer's here, the adoption will be final," or "Once the summer's here, daddy will be home all day," or "We're moving this summer," "We'll go see Mickey Mouse this summer," "We'll find out if we can get the house this summer," and lately, "Hopefully I'll get my job back this summer."There are so

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So, every once in a while, I write a new post. It doesn't happen all that often anymore. A lot of times it's because I don't have time, but mostly it's because I haven't felt inspired in a while. Now, don't get me wrong, most of what I've written here on this blog wasn't birthed out of inspiration, but rather out of the guilt I feel when I hear my freshman creative writing teacher, Mrs. Saiid's

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There's a song that plays on Christian radio right now...I don't even know who sings it. There are a handful of songs I wish I'd written. This is one of those songs. Usually I'm pretty critical of the cliche lyrics and overdone, generic melodies and hooks that run rampant on country music stations. I have no doubt it will be redone as a country song b/c it's a typical cookie-cutter country-style

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I walked down the soda aisle, trying to decide whether to buy diet or regular. It had become pretty much a daily routine for me, deciding between what I wanted and what I needed. I reached for a cherry Pepsi. I didn't mean to overhear them, but the second I did, it was too late."You told me it didn't matter to you, and now you're saying... Just like that?"I would have mistaken it for a quiet

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Hey everybody...I wanted to share the commercial for All-Star Cheer Squad with everyone who hasn't seen it yet. I wrote the voice-over (the part the female announcer is saying). My first published writing! Yay! I think this commercial's kinda cute. Anyway, I freak out every time it comes on TV...=) Hope you enjoy it!

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Oh dear, it's been such a long, long time since I've blogged...I barely have time to wash my hair anymore, much less blog about life. But I miss it. I love to write. God has truly blessed me with an amazing job where I get paid to write creatively. The only downside is how hectic it is, and how I have to be away from my boys some days because of it. But I know how truly blessed I am. Zack and I

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I know I haven't blogged in a while...well, I have 2 little boys now and a job that's gotten pretty crazy, so... Anyway, try as I may, I can't turn my heart from this issue of abortion, especially with our newly-elected president being pro-abortion. Please watch this video. It made me cry, and feel nauseous, but it's so very clear: you can argue with words all you want. No one could watch this

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Today marks one week since Allen and Kaden came to live with us. This blog documents some of the things I've learned my first week as a parent.1. "Toots" are the most wonderfully hilarious thing in the whole world - no exceptions.2. There is no place bacon can't hide. 3. When a 3-year-old has to go pee-pee, find a bathroom - quickly and at any cost.4. Cereal with marshmallows trumps pop-tarts any

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I have come to realize something about my life in recent days: nothing ever happens that it doesn't happen all at once. This is a strange concept, but one I am more and more convinced of with each passing second. When I worked in the mall at a store called Bombay, it was eerie how this theory would play out regularly: absolutely no one would come into the store, but when they did, without fail,

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There have been some bad reports lately. This morning I started to open my Bible and pray, and the Lord had me open to these verses in 2 Chronicles 32:"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or discouraged because of the king of Assyria and the vast army with him, for there is a greater power with us than with him. 8 With him is only the arm of flesh, but with us is the Lord our God to help

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Okay, so I had decided that videos look ugly on my blog and I was going to take a break from posting them...until I saw this SNL video and cracked up laughing. I am a big Sarah Palin fan, but this impersonation was spot-on!

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New Job: Yup, it's true. I just got hired for my first official writing job, and to say I am excited would be a gross understatement. I am helping to write scripts for Wii and DS video games. After my first day when I came home with a DS and a few video games that I'm supposed to "research" as part of the job, my husband pretty much turned green with jealousy. It's sort-of funny that I'm one of

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So...Tuesday I babysat the daughter of some friends. Their nanny was sick, and I was their only hope. They dropped her off at 6:45am, so it was a good thing she took a 2 1/2-hr nap, because I snoozed right along with her. She's 2 and oh-so-cute. Later in the afternoon, my sister Meghan came over and brought a bathing suit of my niece's for the little girl to wear, and we all went swimming at the

Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-80818794509327736552008-08-26T14:55:00.003-04:002008-08-26T16:36:35.810-04:00

Incase you haven't seen these from my Myspace or Facebook, I'll post some pics from our trip to DC for The Call. It may take me a little bit to get them into album form so I can post em (I took over 600 pics!), so check back later if you don't see them now...here are some videos explaining the Call incase you don't know what it's all about. It was an amazing day of prayer and fasting for the

Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-39700176801167734372008-08-26T13:03:00.002-04:002008-08-26T13:14:51.923-04:00

Hey everybody, here's a trailer for All Star Cheer Squad--the new Wii game I'm doing some voices for! Coming to stores in October! And we've got the green light for the sequal, so I'll keep you updated on that!

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So, I may have been a tad melodramatic on my last post, but I think I must have spoken my "worst day" theory into being...here's how the rest of my day played out: I decided to get over my pitty party and make a big dinner and try to get the house reasonably picked up (we're STILL unpacking!) so it would be nice for Zack when he got home. I went (you guessed it, down and up the stairs) to get

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Today? Not the greatest day...well, at least it hasn't started out that way. I guess there's still the chance the people with the big check could show up on my doorstep...but with my luck today, they'd say, "Oops, we're at the wrong house, sorry we ran over your dog." I got up early to take Zack to work since we only have one car and I needed desperately to go grocery shopping. No such luck. Some

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When I was young--maybe 6 or 7--I had a very vivid dream. In the dream, I needed desperately to write something down. Just before I woke up, I found a notebook and a pen to use. When I opened my eyes, I was clenching what I thought were the items that had seemed so real to me, and I remember being so excited when I woke up, thinking I still had them in my hands. I don't remember what it was I

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I know I haven't blogged in a while...you know how life is. The first days of fireworks season are upon us, which is always fun and crazy hectic =). I have completely fallen in love with this song by Need to Breathe called "Washed by the Water." When I first heard this band, I was annoyed, as I often am by the fact that it seems as soon as an artist becomes popular in secular music...bam!...up

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So, we got back from Chicago Sunday night. It was fun--Micah and Amy tied the knot, and we got to see Chicago, which I now think they should call the VERY windy city. I'll post some pics from the trip. Incase anyone was wondering how the marathon training is coming...just don't ask! =/

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Yah, I pretty much sucked this week! Here's the sad tale:Mon- nadaTues- ran 2 miles, walked 1 mileWed- ran 2 miles, walked 2 milesThurs- zilchFri- ran about a mile and a halfSat- nopeSun- na-uhI'm pretty off schedule, especially since Fri my shin splints started to flair up, and today I couldn't run b/c they were hurting so badly. I did walk 3 miles total today, some of it running, but I'm

Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-53916131574769598062008-04-19T00:07:00.017-04:002008-08-26T12:52:46.946-04:00

There are 2 kinds of people that really irk me as a Christian. The first is the guy whose biggest concern is arguing what you can get away with--you know exactly the kind I'm talking about: the one who always wants to argue that there's nothing wrong with being a Christian who drinks or goes to clubs, the one who's always talking about how judgmental and hypocritical Christians are, saying their

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I think I underestimated just how out-of-shape of am. My first week of marathon training was kinda hard, and I wasn't very consistent. When we started training, we were in Georgia, so we were a little out of our element. The first day we jogged in the McGinnis' neighborhood. I thought I would die...literally. Zack had to encourage me to keep going...this may put a strain on our marriage =D. I

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Zack and I have been in Georgia for the past week visiting our friends, Chad and Rhonda McGinnis, and their children Korey, Kasey and Kenzie for Zack's spring break from school. Georgia is so stinkin beautiful! Maybe it's b/c all the trees are in bloom there, but it is absolutely gorgeous country. We had a fun time seeing the McGinnis clan, and got to go golf carting in Peach Tree City, which was

Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-50966712232192197182008-04-02T20:32:00.006-04:002008-08-26T13:03:32.447-04:00

Well, I just got back from recording my lines at the studio. It was awesome! I was so nervous at first, especially since I got to hear the girl read lines before me, and she seemed really good. Can I just say I love my brother-in-law? Not only is he the coolest guy in the world, but he is also the sweetest guy in the world, always treating me like a little sister. Anyway! Here comes the funny

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Okay, so our realtor told us to narrow it down to 2, so we have. It's between house #1 and #2 (See "House Hunting" Below). More input on which you like best, please! #1: *Cheaper and smaller...over 200 sf smaller, about $10,000 cheaper. *Right in my sister Rachel's neighborhood, just down the street, although she's hoping to move to Oldsmar in the not-too-distant future.*Has vaulted ceilings*

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Hello, everyone! I'm Sadie from Wii's new video game All Star Cheer Squad! What am I like? Well, cheering is my life! At first I'm a bit naive and shy, but by the end of the game, I've got a bit of a 'tude and I can hold my own. I record my lines on Wednesday at the studio, so wish me luck! Everyone needs to go buy the game! It's set to come out this fall and is going to be amazing! It's like a "

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Zack and I have been looking at houses in New Port Richey for a couple of months now. We've looked at dozens so far with our super-great realtor Jim Graham. Tomorrow is the day we narrow our search--we're seeing the last 4. These are the homes on our "yes" list, so we've seen them already at least once. Mom and Rachel are gonna go with us, and it's pretty exciting b/c I think we may be getting

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So, my brother-in-law works at a recording studio in St Pete. He's worked on projects with such iconic companies as Nickelodeon, Disney and Pepsi. He recently recorded the voice of John Tra-fricken-volta for a new Disney cartoon, over which we were all pretty stinkin awe-struck. Today he calls me up and says they have some big-wig in seraching for voices for a new cheerleading Wii game they're

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Life's good. Zack got hired at Gulf High School as a math teacher and assistant track coach about 6 weeks ago, so we're finally able to pay some bills and stop living on credit cards (I know!). He's been pretty busy with that, especially since assistant coach apparently means "he who does all the leg and brain work but gets no credit or paycheck." We were unaware of the definition 6 weeks ago.

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As of now, Zack, Meghan and I have decided to print out flyers to pass out at movie theaters on Saturday for the opening weekend of the movie Horton Hears a Who. The premise of the movie is "A person's a person, no matter how small." This theme speaks so beautifully to the rights of the unborn. I went online to see if I could find a template for something people are passing out, but instead I

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Today I was watching a documentary on women incarcerated at Riker's Prison in New York. The prison had decided to implement a horticulture program into their system. There were outdoor gardens where prisoners could come and learn about horticulture, grow fruits and vegetables, flowers, herbs, and even enter an internship when they were released to help them find jobs in this field. But what had

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Sometimes I do this weird thing where I write in my journal whatever pops into my head--doesn't have to make sense or be poetic. Sometimes it's just words, and I try not to think about what I'm trying to say; try not to force it to go in any specific direction. I'm often surprised by what I find. It's kind-of cool. Whatdya say I try it now, and you can respond with comments written the same way--

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So much has happened since last I blogged. Let's catch up. Peyton and Jordan were a flamingo and an elephant for the Jesus Loves You Party, and they were too adorable! Zack was John the Baptist's head on a platter for our church costume contest (I made the costume). Zack gave his notice at the church, and they announced to the church that we were leaving about the middle of November. Zack and I

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Last Saturday, Zack had this outreach planned for the youth group that I was a bit skeptical about. It was a soda and water outreach. We took a few hundred sodas and bottles of water in coolers of ice and went to the busiest intersection in Spring Hill and passed them out to people stopped at the light. They were free to anyone who wanted some. Along with the drinks, we gave them a card that said

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Charisma Magazine -- May, 2005Charismatic IdolsBy J. Lee GradyMy heart sank in January when the Orlando Sentinel began running articles about prominent Christian recording artist Clint Brown, who pastors one of the largest churches in Central Florida. The news was bad: Brown and his wife, Angie, were embroiled in a divorce and were dividing their financial assets. After looking at court records,

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On Saturday, Zack, Meghan, Rebekah and I did a Silent Siege in Clearwater.Total honks and waves received: 15-20.Total obscene gestures received: 2.Total success.We stood with life tape on our mouths in front of the abortion clinic, praying and crying out to God on behalf of the babies who have no voice and the mothers who've been deceived into thinking they have no choice."Jesus, I plead your

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Zack decided to take me out on a date tonight. He's been talking about it for a couple of days now. He has this thing about date night-- he feels the need to leave the house, drive back, ring the doorbell, and give me flowers when I answer the door.Then we do this awkward thing where we really pretend like we're on a first date...until it creeps me out and I tell us to stop. And tonight was no

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A few weeks ago, Zack and I took the youth group to Night of Joy at Disney World. We got home around 3:30 am. And, since Zack has this insane ability to go days without sleep, and because I have this insane inability to say no to his crazy ideas, we got up the next day and headed to Gainesville with Omar, hoping to score some cheap tickets to the Gator game. The scalpers made us wait until about

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In honor of the new season of the Office beginning this Thursday, Zack, Meghan, Rebekah and I finished off our Office season 3 marathon this weekend--and boy was it a marathon! 16 episodes (some hour-long) in 24 hours. It was super fun and amazing. They came over late Saturday night, and we ate left-over lasagna and watched until about 1 am. Then we got up about 11 the next morning, made a big

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I haven't blogged about my life at present in a while because there is so much going on that I can't really talk about and also because Zack and I seem to be stuck in limbo right now. Lots of decisions to be made, a lot to think about. And we are thinkers. I don't mean we're smart (that goes w/out saying), but we have to think and discuss and hash over every minute decision we make until we

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I'm sure many of you have seen this already, but I just watched it for the first time and was absolutely blown away by it. I have been a staunch Brownback advocate since The Call Nashville, but I may be swayed toward Huckabee after this answer to what he believes about creation.

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As middle-schoolers went, I was not the most well-endowed. In fact, I was built like an 8-year old boy. In the seventh grade I had been asked to go to the Homecoming Banquet by an older boy, and, since I wouldn't have been old enough to go otherwise, my mother let me go under the condition that I wear my older sister's Homecoming dress from a few years prior. The dress required that I get a

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In third grade, Freddie Denham told us he'd had sex. We all believed him, of course, for several reasons: 1. We didn't know what sex was 2. Freddie was the oldest kid in class, and seemed as worldly as any 3. He was one of my best friends, and I assumed he wouldn't lie to me, especially about something so serious. When asked by one of his fellow classmates "how" he'd "had" it, he responded with a

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If you don't want to hear the ending of "Becoming Jane," please read no further.I can't believe I'm the only one in this category: those who loath a sad ending. I always have. The movie could be brilliantly acted, written, directed, whatever, but if I leave the movie theater depressed, it's over. I'm ticked. When I go to the movies, I not only expect to be entertained, but in so doing, I expect

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This has been the most amazing summer I've ever experienced. Sadly, I won't be able to put into words all the things God has done in me and is still doing. I think I last blogged about Consumed and some of the supernatural things that took place there. I saw the face of Jesus in a vision. I looked into His face and He looked at me with fierce longing and desire, and I will never be the same. In

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This is why I won't be checking my myspace, blog, or email for a while. If you need to get ahold of me, you can give me a call!

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Jesus, I plead your blood over my sins and the sins of my nation. God, end abortion and send revival to America.

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...yet another poem in iambic pentameter.SeasonsThe children played until the light grew dimPretending they were no more boys but men.The grown-ups watched the children as they playedAnd reminisced about the good ‘ole days.

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Last night I dreamed I was quitting my job at the office. Which is true, I am leaving my job at the doctors' office in two weeks--just gave my notice yesterday. But that wasn't my dream. I dreamed I was quitting my job at The Office. Now I realize that my obsession with the show may be cause for concern. I had to explain to Michael Scott that I wasn't leaving The Office because of anything he had

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So, I'm a medical secretary. I have also begun taking on many of the billing responsibilities at the office, as it is too much for our one biller to do alone. Our biller's name is Nancy. Now, Nancy works from her home in Spokane, Washington. She used to work at our office in Spring Hill, but moved away before I started working there. I talk to Nancy on the phone every day, sometimes several times

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I can't believe my little Peyton is graduating from Kindergarten tonight! This makes me feel older than I can say. Just look at this little face!

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This week I thought I'd share a poem I wrote for my creative writing class in iambic pentameter. I'm always wary to post my poetry and short stories on here. I guess it goes without saying that this is copyrighted material, people, and that all rights are reserved. =) God's PoemCome, come, my dear, and rest your weary mind And dream about another place and timeI’ll hold your

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This morning during my devotions, the Lord really touched me like He hasn't in a long time. It was so refreshing. I was listening to this Jason Upton song, and I felt like the Lord was speaking it prophetically over me. Let my faith arise! Here are the words:Let faith arise, oh Lord, let faith ariseIn the deepest parts of my being, oh LordIn the most broken parts of me, oh LordFriends have failed

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If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet

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Okay, I love George W, but I also love The Office, and this spoof is absolutely hysterical.The (Oval) OfficeAdd to My Profile More Videos

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In honor of spring, I thought I'd freshen up the 'ole blog. I'm really glad to bring you my blog in green...it happens to be my favorite color. Here are some reasons why: cold streams of slippery green rocks, facial masks, the emerald city, picnics on grassy hillsides, Gator football, cool cucumbers and crispy salad and crunchy greens beans and buttery alvacado, go not stop, cool not hot, sooth

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If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet

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Wow...I feel like I always like to start off my blogs with the word wow, and, no, I don't know why. I also don't know why I felt compelled to go see "The Last Mimsey" tonight, which was the strangest, most random movie I've ever seen besides...nope, we have a winner. Craziness. Sheer oddity...really. Zack and I always leave the theater after a movie, critiquing what we didn't like or what we

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The title of this blog is a lyric from a really cool song by Brett Denen called Desert Sunrise. Brett has quickly become one of my new favorite artists, with his song "Blessed" being one of my special favs. Check out his myspace. You won't be sorry you did. And, no, I am in no way related to or paid by him or his affiliates.

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Which classic movie star are you?(pretty pics!) Grace KellyYou are Gorgeous your face was literally carved by angels! no wonder you are so photogenic!Click Here to Take This QuizBrought to you by YouThink.com quizzes and personality tests.Now, I'm not sure, after answering just 3 questions, how this survey got me so on target, but, what can I say? I'm a natural beauty =D

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It's 2:51 am, and I can't sleep...I went Christmas shopping today. It was pretty gruesome. Christmas shopping is not fun unless: a) You have a lot of money, b) You find really great deals, c) You have some idea what to buy people and where to get it. Unfortunately, none of these factors were working in my favor. I have this disorder in which I randomly buy things and later have no idea who I

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Well, since I've been getting absolutely NO lOVE on my blog, I thought I'd do a more interactive post this time.One of my favorite Christmas memories is driving to Palatka to see our family when I was little, and being so cold in the car on the way up because our heater didn't work in the car, and snuggling under this old blanket my dad got in Mexico in the backseat with my two sisters Meghan and

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Your Learning Style: Personal and PassionateYou are very flexible and curious about the world. Human understanding is very important to you.You Should Study:AnthropologyArchitectureArtArt historyArt therapyClassicsCounselingForeign Languages and LiteratureInternational StudiesLinguisticsLiteraturePsychologySociologyTeachingWhat Should You Study?

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If you're like me, you love Thanksgiving...the food, the family, the thankfulness, the food. However, I am shocked and appalled at the lack of recognition it receives in this country. Am I alone in this? Stores go nutso over Halloween, of which I'm no fan, but whatever. Then, from November 1, a month which should be set aside for turkeys and scarecrows and horns of plenty, before your very

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All right, all right, I've gotten a little out of control lately. I found a bunch of Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey, and have been cracking myself up with them and annoying the heck out of everyone else! So, as an outlet for my love o Handey, I am going to start posting one Handey thought a week. These are hilariously funny, and are right up my alley, so if you don't like them, you probably

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When will this torment be over?? School, that is. I feel like I've been in school my whole life...wait, I almost have. I just finished taking 3 tests in my online Jazz class. I love Jazz, though, so at least it's interesting. What I really like is the Big Band/Swing Era--reverse that order for accurate chronology. I have always wished I'd been born in the 20's or 30's. I love that era. I would

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Here's why Jack Handey is my idol:"At first I thought, if I were Superman, a perfect secret identity would be 'Clark Kent, Dentist,' because you could save money on tooth X-rays. But then I thought, if a patient said, 'How's my back tooth?' and you just looked at it with your X-ray vision and said, 'Oh it's okay,' then the patient would probably say, 'Aren't you going to take an X-ray, stupid?'

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Man, I feel so melancholy lately. Where do you suppose that word came from? Melancholy. Does it perhaps mean melon-like? Man, I feel so melon-like lately. I'm sweet and soft, but all people ever want to do is squeeze me, sniff me and throw me back with all the other melons. That, or they take me home, cut me up and chew me with their sharp teeth. Why don't people understand that melons can do

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Man, I am getting no love on this blog. It's okay, though, cuz it's becoming like my own little secret stash o goodies. I have this recurring dream that I can breathe under water. I used to wish I could live under water. It seems so pretty and pieceful and romantic under there. Movies like Splash and The Little Mermaid probably sparked that desire in me. I love at the end of Splash when Tom Hanks

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Man, there's a lot of turtles in Spring Hill.

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It's October. Halloween month. Lot's of spooky stuff going on. A lot of scary movies coming out in the theaters. Can I just tell you a secret? I don't like to be scared! And I am forever trying to figure out people who do. What the heck?! A few minutes ago I opened a perfectly innocent-looking email from a friend about trying to find the differences in the two pictures. So, here I sit,

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I'm feeling melancholy today. Lot's of things on my mind. I got "told off" via myspace by a girl I haven't seen or heard from since middle school for offending her friend by deleting her as my myspace friend. Now I'm having this sick feeling in my stomach because I can't remember if I'm in one of those dreams where I'm in high school again. At least in this one, I'm not running around naked and

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I was going to wait until I received AT LEAST ONE comment on my last blog entry before I started another one, but, as you can see, no one did, so here I am. I had thought about writing about my day again, or even the past few weeks since I last blogged, but, so as not to bore you to tears, have decided not to. Instead, I have decided to throw caution to the wind and post a poem I wrote entitled:

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For those of you I know from class, I deleted all the class blogs so as to not bore the crap out of any non-suspecting blog passer-byers. Now I'll be blogging solely on my favorite topic in the world...me! =)Today I did absolutley nothing...save take on a nasty colony of ants that threatened to take over my bathroom. I watched them for quite some time to see just where they were coming from but

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The Quest is a video blog (Vlog) I made with Laura Schmidt and Brant Karmen for our Video Storytelling class. It tells the story of one man's desperate quest for toilet paper in a world gone mad (melodrama=)

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Green Family VacationHey, everyone! Check out my family vacation video. It's the Shiz. Is that bad? It doesn't sound very nice, does it? Disregard it if it means something bad.

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