<?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-5174553417615119290</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:11:47.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>she is worth far more than rubies.  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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faa7VwkBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_WW9MUgEZW4/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faa7VwkBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_WW9MUgEZW4/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429048031958831122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faObzhLII/AAAAAAAAAVE/JzM9wAUJLd8/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faObzhLII/AAAAAAAAAVE/JzM9wAUJLd8/s400/031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429047817335286914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faOJVaRvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lZ4F5uRzvHM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faOJVaRvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lZ4F5uRzvHM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429047812377167602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few from my back yard near the end of the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faN0aI-vI/AAAAAAAAAU0/K_h9vCA5O_M/s1600-h/032.NEF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faN0aI-vI/AAAAAAAAAU0/K_h9vCA5O_M/s400/032.NEF.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429047806759860978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faNo88QiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/BtdxfzbZ504/s1600-h/042.NEF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faNo88QiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/BtdxfzbZ504/s400/042.NEF.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429047803684602402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faNaH-yWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-hEdQhwOHKA/s1600-h/046.NEF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1faNaH-yWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-hEdQhwOHKA/s400/046.NEF.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429047799704373602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back-to-school fun. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fbIo27gSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PjqlbYZlfyQ/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fbIo27gSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PjqlbYZlfyQ/s400/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429048817271669026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Relay for Life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fa4wNhabI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bvNsvut13BI/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fa4wNhabI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bvNsvut13BI/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429048544367569330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fa4qJUOaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Li59RkkxE8A/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fa4qJUOaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Li59RkkxE8A/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429048542739315106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fa4cG8cWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/nH8VQrteYTc/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fa4cG8cWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/nH8VQrteYTc/s400/060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429048538971271522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fa4CnFsQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-95B99fDAaQ/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fa4CnFsQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-95B99fDAaQ/s400/075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429048532126773506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;::September::&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fZMqCHjyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/pyGKqgwYjxc/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fZMqCHjyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/pyGKqgwYjxc/s400/05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429046687283253026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fZMRrntCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3MVQTFXiJ_E/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fZMRrntCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3MVQTFXiJ_E/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429046680746439714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohhh, if only you knew the story behind this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fY7jVjIVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/HuFHhXMs8-o/s1600-h/shakinlikeanearthquake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fY7jVjIVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/HuFHhXMs8-o/s400/shakinlikeanearthquake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429046393427927378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fY7JCK5dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iC3SLv83X7U/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fY7JCK5dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iC3SLv83X7U/s400/088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429046386367325650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fY7MKeMhI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WaW8Y9Tyjaw/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fY7MKeMhI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WaW8Y9Tyjaw/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429046387207451154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fYg6MGelI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AidmFMADywo/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fYg6MGelI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AidmFMADywo/s400/096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429045935705848402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fYgrjUSxI/AAAAAAAAATs/HKPX9bIiyG4/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fYgrjUSxI/AAAAAAAAATs/HKPX9bIiyG4/s400/079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429045931776690962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fYgZHgGlI/AAAAAAAAATk/JQ5qd33xzl0/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fYgZHgGlI/AAAAAAAAATk/JQ5qd33xzl0/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429045926828186194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fYgIfpIoI/AAAAAAAAATc/vzn8y6t9c3E/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fYgIfpIoI/AAAAAAAAATc/vzn8y6t9c3E/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429045922366038658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;::October::&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at the metra station, on our way to a Relient K show at the House of Blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXwgGhUSI/AAAAAAAAATU/lokm8_eHWeA/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXwgGhUSI/AAAAAAAAATU/lokm8_eHWeA/s400/03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429045104069398818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXwULfqbI/AAAAAAAAATM/X6AV9HlPyo0/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXwULfqbI/AAAAAAAAATM/X6AV9HlPyo0/s400/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429045100869036466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXUMMyzYI/AAAAAAAAATE/hy2GQxlF20c/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXUMMyzYI/AAAAAAAAATE/hy2GQxlF20c/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429044617690664322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley &amp;amp; Tina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXT2px7yI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sWUCOfijvjg/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXT2px7yI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sWUCOfijvjg/s400/051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429044611906662178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a beautiful Catholic church next to my school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXTmOqGEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LkZppWCVUTA/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXTmOqGEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LkZppWCVUTA/s400/080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429044607497934914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXTa97XHI/AAAAAAAAASs/D7c_JyUEkJs/s1600-h/098.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fXTa97XHI/AAAAAAAAASs/D7c_JyUEkJs/s400/098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429044604474973298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ashley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;::November::&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQQVnougI/AAAAAAAAAQc/F1XewUAEuV0/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQQVnougI/AAAAAAAAAQc/F1XewUAEuV0/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429036854918298114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just think this one is kinda cool. Ignore the dirty mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQP-MHDGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ETSJNrDUXAM/s1600-h/001.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQP-MHDGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ETSJNrDUXAM/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429036848628829282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On my 21st birthday, I awoke to tons of balloons scattered around the apartment. My roommates are amazing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQPs76acI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bmVjyc7Qg8U/s1600-h/009.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQPs76acI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bmVjyc7Qg8U/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429036843997489602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21 balloons on my 21st birthday from the parents. :) This was slightly embarrassing to carry around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQPetalYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mja9wVPCgoo/s1600-h/2009-11-07.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQPetalYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mja9wVPCgoo/s400/2009-11-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429036840178587010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also dyed my hair on my twenty-first. I really liked the color; unfortunately, it didn't last as long as I had hoped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fUHi-5BPI/AAAAAAAAASk/jpykKaj4owU/s1600-h/035.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fUHi-5BPI/AAAAAAAAASk/jpykKaj4owU/s400/035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429041101933184242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fUHStDTuI/AAAAAAAAASc/pym5wJOwCsI/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fUHStDTuI/AAAAAAAAASc/pym5wJOwCsI/s1600-h/027.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad and I are cool. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fUHStDTuI/AAAAAAAAASc/pym5wJOwCsI/s1600-h/027.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fUHStDTuI/AAAAAAAAASc/pym5wJOwCsI/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429041097563393762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad &amp;amp; Mom :) They came to visit me at school for my birthday. We went to a really cool park and took some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fUGvD5zaI/AAAAAAAAASU/4G1oUuq0oI0/s1600-h/026.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fUGvD5zaI/AAAAAAAAASU/4G1oUuq0oI0/s400/026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429041087995563426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're cool. It's okay to be jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fUGeLbV9I/AAAAAAAAASM/F6B6p9WFhh8/s1600-h/034.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fUGeLbV9I/AAAAAAAAASM/F6B6p9WFhh8/s400/034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429041083463718866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQQVnougI/AAAAAAAAAQc/F1XewUAEuV0/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQQVnougI/AAAAAAAAAQc/F1XewUAEuV0/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429036854918298114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just think this one is kinda cool. Ignore the dirty mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQP-MHDGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ETSJNrDUXAM/s1600-h/001.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQP-MHDGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ETSJNrDUXAM/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429036848628829282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On my 21st birthday, I awoke to tons of balloons scattered around the apartment. My roommates are amazing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQPs76acI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bmVjyc7Qg8U/s1600-h/009.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQPs76acI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bmVjyc7Qg8U/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429036843997489602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21 balloons on my 21st birthday from the parents. :) This was slightly embarrassing to carry around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQPetalYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mja9wVPCgoo/s1600-h/2009-11-07.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fQPetalYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mja9wVPCgoo/s400/2009-11-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429036840178587010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also dyed my hair on my twenty-first. I really liked the color; unfortunately, it didn't last as long as I had hoped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fSRl_C7DI/AAAAAAAAASE/i9fHCbGVaug/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fSRl_C7DI/AAAAAAAAASE/i9fHCbGVaug/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429039075514575922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This dog was so cute! I met him when I was at 5k with a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fSRaXCMTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/KcTbA4Vpyt4/s1600-h/005.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fSRaXCMTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/KcTbA4Vpyt4/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429039072393965874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fR96C7PyI/AAAAAAAAARk/QhjSOG58tT0/s1600-h/015.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fR96C7PyI/AAAAAAAAARk/QhjSOG58tT0/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429038737302175522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fR9vUyGCI/AAAAAAAAARc/3WwYV6U3m-8/s1600-h/030.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fR9vUyGCI/AAAAAAAAARc/3WwYV6U3m-8/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429038734424283170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The youngsters at Thanksgiving. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fR9RFwlqI/AAAAAAAAARU/plDvSbpR4pU/s1600-h/039.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fR9RFwlqI/AAAAAAAAARU/plDvSbpR4pU/s400/039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429038726308206242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin, Taylor, and me. She's a freshman in high school this year...can't believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fR9H65xVI/AAAAAAAAARM/B9Yn6Xa5Xog/s1600-h/044.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fR9H65xVI/AAAAAAAAARM/B9Yn6Xa5Xog/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429038723846751570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the back (left to right): my mom, my aunt Julie; front row: my grandma, my (second?) aunt, Anne. They're hilarious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fPKGTkVrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z6sCRyzRiKE/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fPKGTkVrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z6sCRyzRiKE/s400/048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429035648216749746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend, Tania (on the right), asked me to take a few pictures of her and her twin sister, Tiffany, for their mom. I loved the spur-of-the-moment photo shoot. They were all taken on my campus (a small Christian university near Chicago). These girls are terrific!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fPJrVhdYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9EPmA0E4VQo/s1600-h/071.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fPJrVhdYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9EPmA0E4VQo/s400/071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429035640977192322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were a couple of my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fPJC9JSrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/7wdD9SWl948/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fPJC9JSrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/7wdD9SWl948/s400/070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429035630137526962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;::December::&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are several shots of what this month held. Christmas was good. Being home for almost four weeks was really good. Gotta love college breaks. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fOjYl3RwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jt3Hl4uzAz4/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fOjYl3RwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jt3Hl4uzAz4/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429034983110428418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me being cool, duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fNd3b1dAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1glGcCWqYa4/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom would probably hate to know that this picture of her is on the world wide web. Oh well. :) She asked for a new glass measuring cup, so that is precisely what one of her gifts was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fNdm6tQYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ukVpeXZuZ88/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad with an Illini notepad...and maybe some spray deodorant? Haha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fNef6IPoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZaVvzGOSKnE/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what I scored this year. It was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fNdeTg8qI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BQweVks1qDM/s1600-h/006.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fNdeTg8qI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BQweVks1qDM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429033782053237410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Mom showing off our treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fNc5EaLaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Cnr5X_QCiig/s1600-h/002.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fNc5EaLaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Cnr5X_QCiig/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429033772057767330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom is so crafty. These are caramels dipped in chocolate and sprinkles. Super cute, super easy, super yummy. Please try this at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fMjtPdmWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1pY-EnSIv_g/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fMjtPdmWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1pY-EnSIv_g/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429032789630359906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cat, Maddie, taking over my bed as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fMjAH4_fI/AAAAAAAAAOs/o5WwJZvN0G0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fMjAH4_fI/AAAAAAAAAOs/o5WwJZvN0G0/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429032777519005170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year my parents have started buying me flowers and putting them in my room when I come home on break. I think it's a pretty nice tradition. :) These were from Christmas break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fMi-lcc7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/F_OuSiaC2ck/s1600-h/044.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fMi-lcc7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/F_OuSiaC2ck/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429032777106092978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved Mom's ginormous ornaments she put up this year. Really cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fMijeVcZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eNzDjXwzIUI/s1600-h/041.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fMijeVcZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eNzDjXwzIUI/s400/041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429032769828516242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again, my Mom's creative abilities amaze me. She made a cake and put these little guys on them. They're marshmallow snowmen, held together by toothpicks. Clever, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fLoFPBYbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VXw1jNFIwNE/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at a park in my hometown. It always looks awesome during Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fL7GkEDFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ynv3XnyauLc/s1600-h/031.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fL7GkEDFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ynv3XnyauLc/s400/031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429032092053015634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amy Jo, me, and Angela enjoying time together over Christmas break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the baby shower for my friend, Ronald, and his wife, Jessica. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fKT1bSU-I/AAAAAAAAANs/cG1dzkcgmdM/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure they were hiding out in the church kitchen. Ronald is definitely a kid at heart. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fKUq1fxaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/BGN-C-ExOVY/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fKUcPVq-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2VFJdNKgdv4/s1600-h/013.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fKUcPVq-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2VFJdNKgdv4/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429030328345144290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fKUcPVq-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2VFJdNKgdv4/s1600-h/013.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;In case you didn't pick this up already, it's a girl! :) Ron's mom made this delicious cake.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fKUcPVq-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2VFJdNKgdv4/s1600-h/013.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fKUN1f38I/AAAAAAAAAN0/rObdykcaZn4/s1600-h/006.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fKUN1f38I/AAAAAAAAAN0/rObdykcaZn4/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429030324478664642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of the decorations from the baby shower. It was really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-1941264624817678565?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/1941264624817678565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=1941264624817678565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/1941264624817678565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/1941264624817678565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2010/01/august-2009-december-2009.html' title='August 2009 - December 2009'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/S1fabd8ow6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/6uacabqY3GA/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-6269850911370328286</id><published>2009-08-01T17:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:42:22.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting Sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SnTD2D-_uLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4F2WPVx8TXk/s1600-h/013.NEF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SnTD2D-_uLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4F2WPVx8TXk/s400/013.NEF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365128389654984882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SnTD2ZRPlmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ORgJPsNsNCU/s1600-h/019.NEF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SnTD2ZRPlmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ORgJPsNsNCU/s400/019.NEF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365128395368666722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the LORD, and there is no other;&lt;br /&gt;       apart from me there is no God.&lt;br /&gt;       I will strengthen you,&lt;br /&gt;       though you have not acknowledged me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; so that from the rising of the sun&lt;br /&gt;       to the place of its setting&lt;br /&gt;       men may know there is none besides me.&lt;br /&gt;       I am the LORD, and there is no other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; I form the light and create darkness,&lt;br /&gt;       I bring prosperity and create disaster;&lt;br /&gt;       I, the LORD, do all these things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Isaiah 45:5-7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-6269850911370328286?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/6269850911370328286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=6269850911370328286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/6269850911370328286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/6269850911370328286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2009/08/setting-sun.html' title='Setting Sun.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SnTD2D-_uLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4F2WPVx8TXk/s72-c/013.NEF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-8242194196305373483</id><published>2009-07-01T22:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:23:32.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Kate...</title><content type='html'>Hi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures I took today of Kallie. I was sitting at home messing with my camera, taking pictures of my cat because she was the only one around - and then I thought, "Why don't I see what Kallie's doing?" So I texted her and asked if she wanted to be a model for a little while. She graciously consented, and here is what I got. (Blogger posted them in reverse order, so we'll start at the end. Austin joined us for a couple, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SkwnS1sGamI/AAAAAAAAAMc/feRiJLQeZiU/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SkwnS1sGamI/AAAAAAAAAMc/feRiJLQeZiU/s400/108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353697261639854690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SkwnSpQgNjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EGN5dSH81x0/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SkwnSpQgNjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EGN5dSH81x0/s400/101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353697258302879282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SkwnSYeasDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/H0nDzQqomsg/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SkwnSYeasDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/H0nDzQqomsg/s400/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353697253797834802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Skwm5CaId5I/AAAAAAAAAME/sLuMEOwsC4w/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Skwm5CaId5I/AAAAAAAAAME/sLuMEOwsC4w/s400/094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353696818377553810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Skwm46oQ-LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X1suO9JN43w/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Skwm46oQ-LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X1suO9JN43w/s400/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353696816289347762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Skwm4QgaWlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/P3Er0v_Lkn8/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Skwm4QgaWlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/P3Er0v_Lkn8/s400/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353696804982118994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Skwm4M6EPZI/AAAAAAAAALs/YsGowmdsxhA/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Skwm4M6EPZI/AAAAAAAAALs/YsGowmdsxhA/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353696804015979922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Skwm34fEdSI/AAAAAAAAALk/1iqy0UJe12M/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Skwm34fEdSI/AAAAAAAAALk/1iqy0UJe12M/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353696798534038818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the rest on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erinblucker"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-8242194196305373483?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/8242194196305373483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=8242194196305373483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/8242194196305373483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/8242194196305373483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-kate.html' title='Dear Kate...'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SkwnS1sGamI/AAAAAAAAAMc/feRiJLQeZiU/s72-c/108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-8718143775570816722</id><published>2009-06-15T23:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:44:24.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>South Carolina.</title><content type='html'>Hello, hello!&lt;br /&gt;I really should get to bed soon -- I have small group tomorrow morning, but I thought I'd take a few minutes to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to South Carolina was awesome! It was a lot of fun, the wedding was so, so nice -- the whole weekend was a huge blessing to me. I really enjoyed the South. Just being there for a few days reminded me of the things that are really important in life: family, friends, freedom, and faith. I'm not sure much else matters quite as much as those. And I want to invest my heart and life in each one of them. That's basically the trip in a nutshell. I can't think of a better way to summarize it other than it was a huge blessing! Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcgdoTo0UI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Iv-DiJfnYuE/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcgdoTo0UI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Iv-DiJfnYuE/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347778775933833538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, obviously, from the actual wedding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool being a bridesmaid (my second time, so far). Ron and Jessica are great, and I'm so happy for them. My favorite part of the wedding was during the lighting of the unity candle - they requested "The Best Thing" by Relient K to be played. (Totally stole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; wedding song...haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjchbnzUD9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/X7KJ4anR0_M/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjchbnzUD9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/X7KJ4anR0_M/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347779840950144978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at the farm we stayed at - such a beautiful place. I miss the South!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjchcaPlL0I/AAAAAAAAALE/fzAFAfd3Buw/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjchcaPlL0I/AAAAAAAAALE/fzAFAfd3Buw/s320/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347779854490480450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjchchjU8KI/AAAAAAAAALM/QkL69-U4K10/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjchchjU8KI/AAAAAAAAALM/QkL69-U4K10/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347779856452350114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annie &amp;amp; I loved the mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjciRsuSkrI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q0Y0PXquOuw/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjciRsuSkrI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q0Y0PXquOuw/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347780769984189106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was at Fall's Park in Greenville - really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcidzXDRZI/AAAAAAAAALc/oCu1wMtIH-Q/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcidzXDRZI/AAAAAAAAALc/oCu1wMtIH-Q/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347780977924195730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were lots of carvings in the tree, which was also pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to take a quick shower, then I'm heading to bed. Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Check out my &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/erinblucker"&gt;Flickr &lt;/a&gt;for more pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-8718143775570816722?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/8718143775570816722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=8718143775570816722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/8718143775570816722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/8718143775570816722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2009/06/south-carolina.html' title='South Carolina.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcgdoTo0UI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Iv-DiJfnYuE/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-7789311930323322494</id><published>2009-05-23T21:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:42:46.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one month later...</title><content type='html'>school year is over; summer has begun.&lt;br /&gt;i am employed, taking a class next month (twice a week in the mornings), leading a small group, and taking trips to south carolina (bridesmaid'ing it up) and minnesota (music fest)! ...all Lord willing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a great summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got my nikon d40 this week! quite exciting. i'm learning and playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finishing up some laundry, then off to bed soon. so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heading to the bourb tomorrow to hang out with some friends, then going to chicago for the day monday. great opportunities to have some fun with my new camera. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics from my baby. ha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x33.xanga.com/e97f510017232243932936/b193290707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="010" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x33.xanga.com/e97f510017232243932936/z193290707.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://xc9.xanga.com/797f410037235243932927/b193290698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="006" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xc9.xanga.com/797f410037235243932927/z193290698.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://xe5.xanga.com/362f3b0630c33243932921/b193290692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="014" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe5.xanga.com/362f3b0630c33243932921/z193290692.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://xc8.xanga.com/86cf241231032243932952/b193290717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="004" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xc8.xanga.com/86cf241231032243932952/z193290717.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://xa2.xanga.com/119f400018635243932949/b193290714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="017" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xa2.xanga.com/119f400018635243932949/z193290714.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annie got her associates degree this weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://xf0.xanga.com/7e7f550031735243933179/b193290915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="006" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xf0.xanga.com/7e7f550031735243933179/z193290915.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me looking nasty while painting my sister's new house. :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, keep teaching and guiding me. continue to provide evidence of Your faithfulness, grace, love, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;. forgive me for my doubts; soften my heart. teach me to love and serve as You do. may You always be first in my heart and life. let Your love be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-7789311930323322494?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/7789311930323322494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=7789311930323322494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/7789311930323322494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/7789311930323322494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-month-later.html' title='one month later...'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-4081258528114189325</id><published>2009-04-21T15:36:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:57:21.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I went on a balloon ride; I can see everything from up there.</title><content type='html'>The end of the year is crazy! At first as I was going over the things that I need to work on and complete within the last month, I was thinking that it didn't really seem too bad...but as the end of the year gets closer and closer, it feels like my to-do list keeps getting longer and longer! Sometimes it gets a bit overwhelming, but just knowing that a month from now I will be on summer vacation helps with the anxious feelings. It even kinda makes me sad because summer means that I won't see my friends from school nearly as much, in addition to the other people on campus who I don't really know but who I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; to know (ya know? ;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the end is in sight - and I will be half-way done with college. But then there's grad school. Ha. ;) One step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of my life lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se48e3Pe2UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PnjYcKfpwOU/s1600-h/034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se48e3Pe2UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PnjYcKfpwOU/s320/034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327261910148503874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie Date @ The Art Institute Day back in February.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, "Jim" from The Office was there the same day as us! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se470hTbcHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uMi7OWBSbrY/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se470hTbcHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uMi7OWBSbrY/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327261182704971890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical train ride back from Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;(This is one of my roomies/bffs Emily.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se4-I4mSZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/1ulf3DJxIRw/s1600-h/whitegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se4-I4mSZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/1ulf3DJxIRw/s320/whitegirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327263731578726274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir girls seeing who's the palest/most pale (?).&lt;br /&gt;Guess who won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se4-joLt_JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dzZtDCBrNsY/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se4-joLt_JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dzZtDCBrNsY/s320/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327264191028788370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith, me, and Ashley being cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se4-47dhONI/AAAAAAAAAJU/x2mprCT4YqM/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se4-47dhONI/AAAAAAAAAJU/x2mprCT4YqM/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327264556980975826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Emily, and Amy Jo at TIGER CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING GRRRR. ha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se4_N9T0a9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/8Yst4guhkNU/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se4_N9T0a9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/8Yst4guhkNU/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327264918254414802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ONU 5-k that Annie &amp;amp; Amy ran in! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se4_vafJ5CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hAUIjZma-EI/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se4_vafJ5CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hAUIjZma-EI/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327265493022270498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Ashley, and I made these over Easter break. Aren't they cute? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se5AC0huJNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PK0f5BRibj0/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se5AC0huJNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PK0f5BRibj0/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327265826429871314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Walk For Life for the local Pregnancy Resource Center, which helps out expecting moms. That day, they raised over $5,000, which will go to several different things for the moms &amp;amp; the center. Part of the money will go to buying ultrasound machines, which is so important because close to 98% of women who see a picture of their baby say no to abortion!&lt;br /&gt;(Emily and I are in the white sweat-shirts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's about it. It's been almost 2 months since Sky's death. The family is doing all right. Easter was a little teary, but the Lord continues to provide us with strength and peace. I just pray that my entire family would come to know Him. Pray for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-4081258528114189325?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/4081258528114189325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=4081258528114189325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/4081258528114189325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/4081258528114189325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-on-balloon-ride-i-can-see.html' title='I went on a balloon ride; I can see everything from up there.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/Se48e3Pe2UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PnjYcKfpwOU/s72-c/034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-4447274445882507859</id><published>2009-03-12T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:20:20.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need You here, I need You now; I need security somehow.</title><content type='html'>Life has been kind of hard the last two weeks. My family and I have been hurting and grieving the loss of my cousin, Schuyler, who was killed in Afghanistan. But because of the Lord's strength, we are getting through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start class again on Monday, which might be nice to get back on a schedule - but it's been so helpful to be home with my family while all of this is still so new. No one at school has been affected by this like my family and I have. It's hard to be the only one. I am grateful for my friends at school who have been praying for us, but it's not exactly the same as being with the ones who are feeling how I'm feeling. If that makes sense. On the one hand, I don't want to draw any attention because of this - but on the other hand, I don't want people to just forget about it or think that I'm just fine. Because, really, I'm not. I know that, eventually, I will be okay - but right now, I'm just not. And I think that's pretty normal after a family member passes away. But it's hard to go about my daily routine, especially when I'm away from home...away from the people who are struggling in the same way that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I can show grace to my friends at school when I'm feeling sad about Schuyler and they're worried about boyfriend-girlfriend stuff - issues that are usually fine to talk about with me, but since Sky's death...I don't know, it's just like I kind of learned more about things that are truly important in life. Not that boy-girl stuff isn't important - it can be. In fact, that's been a topic at the front of my mind this semester as I take Sociology of Marriage. ;) But I guess there's just a time for everything. Right now, for me and my family, this is a time to mourn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, pray that God will help me show grace to my friends at school who may not be as sensitive to my feelings right now (because sometimes I'm just not very good at telling people how I'm feeling - so they may not even realize that I'm struggling). Pray that God will provide me a solid friend at school who I can talk to about this - or about anything - when I need to get something off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even through the sadness and grief, I know that the Lord is still good. He is faithful and full of love and compassion. It's difficult to remember during times like this, but I know that it's true - regardless of how I feel. Pray that my family will see Him through this and want to know Him personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..:: love and miss you, sky...::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schuyler: February 17, 1984 - February 24, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;       he delivers them from all their troubles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  The LORD is close to the brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;      and saves those who are crushed in spirit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  A righteous man may have many troubles,&lt;br /&gt;      but the LORD delivers him from them all; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  he protects all his bones,&lt;br /&gt;      not one of them will be broken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Psalm 34:17-20&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/5174553417615119290-4447274445882507859?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/4447274445882507859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=4447274445882507859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/4447274445882507859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/4447274445882507859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-you-here-i-need-you-now-i-need.html' title='I need You here, I need You now; I need security somehow.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-3983138372187548658</id><published>2009-02-25T21:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:19:18.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>for you.</title><content type='html'>i need You.&lt;br /&gt;it just doesn't seem real.&lt;br /&gt;help them to see You through this tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Suffer hardship with me, like a good soldier of Christ Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;~2 Timothy 2:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you were a good soldier.&lt;br /&gt;you always lived life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;you weren't afraid of anything.&lt;br /&gt;i truly loved you, though i never told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;this one's for you, sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-3983138372187548658?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/3983138372187548658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=3983138372187548658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/3983138372187548658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/3983138372187548658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-you.html' title='for you.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-5947382881644013551</id><published>2009-01-29T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:53:03.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>i know You can take my questions.&lt;br /&gt;You can handle my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;You know that i'm kind of confused....&lt;br /&gt;You hear my prayers,&lt;br /&gt;You listen and care and work.&lt;br /&gt;but i am nothing compared to You --&lt;br /&gt;not to say that You don't care about me.&lt;br /&gt;oh, how deeply You care for me and love me&lt;br /&gt;and value me.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only One who defines me.&lt;br /&gt;but You are so big,&lt;br /&gt;You are so above everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;how can we even begin to think&lt;br /&gt;we have You figured out?&lt;br /&gt;do you really change Your mind, like he said?&lt;br /&gt;i have always known You as my Rock, the consistent One&lt;br /&gt;who never changes.&lt;br /&gt;and that has always been a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You always have the best in mind.&lt;br /&gt;You are a sovereign God.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts and ways are higher,&lt;br /&gt;so much higher than mine.&lt;br /&gt;i can trust You at all times.&lt;br /&gt;here is my heart.&lt;br /&gt;it is fully Yours.&lt;br /&gt;questions and all.&lt;br /&gt;surrendered to You.&lt;br /&gt;You are bigger than my questions.&lt;br /&gt;You are the answer.&lt;br /&gt;You are Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Take my heart, I lay it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;At the feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;of You who's crowned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Take my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I'm letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I lift it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;to You who's throned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Take my fret, take my fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;All I have I'm leaving here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Be all my hopes, be all my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;You're my delights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Be my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;And I will worship You, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Only You, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;And I will bow down before You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Only You, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-5947382881644013551?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/5947382881644013551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=5947382881644013551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/5947382881644013551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/5947382881644013551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2009/01/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-5492690124012179701</id><published>2009-01-06T20:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:08:43.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Apathetic's a Pathetic Way to Be.</title><content type='html'>Classes start a week from today. I'm getting ready to go back to school...well, at least mentally and emotionally. I haven't actually started packing or anything, but I'm ready to get back on a schedule, see friends from school, and get into my classes - even though that means homework is going to be a part of my life once again.. This break has been really relaxing, and it's been great spending time with my family and friends at home -- and it's always nice to have a break from responsibility.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to think that something great or exciting will happen over breaks - and usually that never really happens. But what am I anticipating? I came home for Christmas break to spend time with my family and to relax after a busy semester. And that's exactly what I did! Here are some things I accomplished this break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finished watching the complete series of The Gilmore Girls (for the second time) with Annie.&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched a lot of Freaks and Geeks on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bought a bookbag...for a quarter! (Yay for Christmas gift cards.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Almost finished a book (it's really long!, and I still might -- I have about 4 days left on break).&lt;br /&gt;5. Got to hang out with my friend, Kate, who has been in Costa Rica since August.&lt;br /&gt;6. Spent a lot of time with my family and a few friends.&lt;br /&gt;7. Made two really great quesadillas.&lt;br /&gt;8. Babysat.&lt;br /&gt;9. Had an awesome Christmas with my family.&lt;br /&gt;10. Finally played drums on Rock Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; realize several of those are pathetic, but some of them are pretty cool.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this new year be one of growth, strength, and a deeper knowledge of God's grace, love, and faithfulness for all of us. Please keep me in prayer as I begin a new semester and a new year. Let me know if there is anything specific that I can be praying about for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-5492690124012179701?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/5492690124012179701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=5492690124012179701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/5492690124012179701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/5492690124012179701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2009/01/apathetics-pathetic-way-to-be.html' title='Being Apathetic&apos;s a Pathetic Way to Be.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-9163342421824357523</id><published>2008-12-27T12:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:40:54.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>take it all down, Christmas is over; do not despair, but rather be glad.</title><content type='html'>Christmas was great, even though it took a while for it to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; like Christmas for some reason. There was snow, there were lights...but it wasn't really until the Christmas Eve service at church that it really felt more like Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have one more family party, which was canceled today because of the weather. And I still need to give a few friends their Christmas presents, which should be fun. So, Christmas is not over. Actually, I can celebrate Jesus' birth year-round, which is pretty cool. Sometimes it's hard to remember what Christmas is about, even for a Christian. I find myself making it into a really materialistic holiday. And even good things like spending time with family and being generous to others is not necessarily what Christmas is about. It's supposed to be about celebrating Christ's birth. I'm thankful that we can do that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; spend time with loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to school in about two and a half weeks, which still seems pretty far away but I know it will be here before I know it. I emailed my profs for next semester so I can order my books on ebay or amazon, which should hopefully be cheaper than the bookstore. I'm hoping that this semester will be great. I remember last year, my freshman year... I think I had more fun spring semester, so I'm kind of hoping this semester will be even better than last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching episodes of Freaks and Geeks on youtube a lot this week. I think it used to be on Fox Family back in 1999. It was an awesome show, and it's been fun watching it again. I wish they would have made more than one season - or at least kept the re-runs on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this blog is kind of pointless. I just felt like posting. Hope everyone had a great Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-9163342421824357523?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/9163342421824357523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=9163342421824357523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/9163342421824357523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/9163342421824357523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-it-all-down-christmas-is-over-do.html' title='take it all down, Christmas is over; do not despair, but rather be glad.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-8602361290716982174</id><published>2008-12-15T18:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:48:27.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be home for Christmas.</title><content type='html'>I have one more final tomorrow morning at 10, then I'll (hopefully) be on my way home. This final will probably be my hardest one yet, so I'm kind of dreading it (and also dreading studying for it ;)). The class (Theories of Personality) was pretty interesting, but it was actually fairly similar to The History and Systems of Psychology I took last year. It was still good, though. I just don't want to study 18 chapters for the exam tomorrow. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I will be on my way home! Hopefully the roads won't be too bad. It's kinda scary driving on ICE. Yikes. Pray for safe travel for all of us kids driving home for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to this time off from school...in some ways. On the one hand, I really can't wait to sleep in and not go to class for four whole weeks (!!!!), and it means I'll get to spend time with my family - plus, Christmastime is just wonderful anyways (yay Jesus!). But break also means that I won't see all of my friends from ONU every day. It's crazy how close we've gotten - especially with my roommates. I feel so blessed to have gotten to know them better this year. Sometimes it feels like home is here at school, too. Which is pretty cool. Even when it doesn't feel like it, things are happening. And God is working in me and growing me. I feel blessed to love being both at home and at school. I have people who love and care about me in both places and vice versa. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to go study. NOW.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-8602361290716982174?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/8602361290716982174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=8602361290716982174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/8602361290716982174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/8602361290716982174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-be-home-for-christmas.html' title='i&apos;ll be home for Christmas.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-2306323404204221964</id><published>2008-12-01T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:32:29.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>two and a half weeks to go</title><content type='html'>until Christmas break!&lt;br /&gt;...but it's kinda nice being back at school.  : )&lt;br /&gt;i'm really blessed -- i love being at home &amp;amp; i love being at school.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could morph the two "worlds" into one.&lt;br /&gt;when i first left for college, i wanted to take the people from my hometown to school with me;&lt;br /&gt;now it's more of i want my school friends to come with me when i'm home.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if that makes sense, but that's how it feels sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad got a facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wanted to go to the Christmas lighting ceremony-thingy on campus tonight, but my roomies were either busy or didn't feel up to it tonight. and i'm skipping small group. although i should be studying or at least unpacking the rest of my stuff from thanksgiving break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Erin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Erin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;so there's a Christmas banquet at school in a couple weekends, but i'm not going. haha. however, i might be going to Chicago with some friends! we will still get all dressed up &amp;amp; i think we might be going to like...a jazz club or something? but yeah, it sounds like fun! i was looking at dresses when i was thinking about going to Banquet, and this is the one that i reeeeally like (but am not getting..hah):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x78.xanga.com/9a7c6b0151731223209120/b175275488.gif"&gt;&lt;img title="dress" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 333px; height: 285px;" src="http://x78.xanga.com/9a7c6b0151731223209120/z175275488.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; isn't it pretty? it's only $60, too! haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kind of on a picture frenzy at the moment, so...&lt;br /&gt;i'm saving my money up for this little guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x93.xanga.com/0a38734248750223209153/b72227806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="nikond40" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 302px; height: 302px;" src="http://x93.xanga.com/0a38734248750223209153/z72227806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's a Nikon D40...about $500, which is actually pretty cheap for a sweet camera. and if i keep saving (and hopefully get money for Christmas &amp;amp; stuff), HOPEFULLY i'll be able to get it by this summer. :) i'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm asking for money for Christmas, which is kind of a boring gift - but it'll pay off. no pun intended?&lt;br /&gt;howeverrrr, i told my parents that, instead of $$, i would reallyreallyreally like the complete series of Gilmore Girls (all 7 seasons!). because i love ittttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://xce.xanga.com/981f103648533223209128/b175275496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="GG" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 222px; height: 354px;" src="http://xce.xanga.com/981f103648533223209128/z175275496.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but if they can't manage that, i'll just take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x92.xanga.com/6298567bc4128223209141/b175275504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="matt_czuchry_07" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 259px; height: 305px;" src="http://x92.xanga.com/6298567bc4128223209141/z175275504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i know this is only a TV show, but i am starting to like logan even more than jess. i've never been much of a dean fan except at the very beginning. jess has always been my favorite of rory's boyfriends, but now i'm leaning towards logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was basically just to waste some time/avoid homework &amp;amp; unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;but today was pretty good. it was snowing, which i like. :) and i wore my new boots. aaaaand i was actually pretty friendly and confident today, which was an awesome feeling. i need some more of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm off like a dirty shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-2306323404204221964?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/2306323404204221964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=2306323404204221964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/2306323404204221964'/><link rel='self' 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truth-seeking, fallen people,&lt;br /&gt;who are saved by grace, just as i am.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to take life and people for granted.&lt;br /&gt;i want to get to know others.&lt;br /&gt;i want to let them get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to love who i really am.&lt;br /&gt;i want him to love me, my heart, my spirit,&lt;br /&gt;the part of me that will go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be confident and optimistic and real and unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;i want to display God's faithfulness and beauty and love to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be more than who i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;yet.&lt;br /&gt;i need to be in His Word so much more.&lt;br /&gt;i need to be so much closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to Him for everything.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need this break to find rest in Him&lt;br /&gt;and to surround myself in Him.&lt;br /&gt;as well as with other people who love me.&lt;br /&gt;pray for me? that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"[your beauty] should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- 1 Peter 3:4&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/5174553417615119290-1012704424962602062?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/1012704424962602062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=1012704424962602062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/1012704424962602062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/1012704424962602062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-heart-wants-more.html' title=''/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-5363677805843874099</id><published>2008-11-22T20:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:57:03.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>is it Christmas yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;only a few more days til i head home for turkey break, which i'm pumped for. not so much even thanksgiving day...more of just getting to be home with family. i'm thankful for them. and my friends. and lots of other cool people. and lots of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;...:::...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not even Thanksgiving yet and i'm in the mood for Christmas and snow and mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i'm glad, though, that we can celebrate Jesus year-round. i'm glad that He's with us always, our Emmanuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;...::...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;here's some pictures of what's been going on in my life....  : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjBkeTyXkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/beYGqQqrryI/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjBkeTyXkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/beYGqQqrryI/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271676196192673346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;these are some of the coolest girls you'll ever meet (my roommates &amp;amp; me ;))&lt;br /&gt;amy, amy jo, emily &amp;amp; me.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjBUrGG6SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Cc9AZzUlEZQ/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjBUrGG6SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Cc9AZzUlEZQ/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271675924747053346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's half of the kewanee kids that go to olivet... :)&lt;br /&gt;the 6 of us, though, try to get together once a week. it's known as "kewanee dinner" and we're so cool that we have non-kewanites joining us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjCH4HI1KI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9GAwVLhZyE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjCH4HI1KI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9GAwVLhZyE/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271676804414362786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see my favorite band, Relient K, in Chicago at the House of Blues with some cool kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjCIHOuEVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YysW77CoxpU/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjCIHOuEVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YysW77CoxpU/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271676808472695122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i voted in the presidential election for the first time in my life!, which was pretty cool, even if mccain/palin didn't get it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjDczdgp6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/hENljFP-xHk/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjDczdgp6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/hENljFP-xHk/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271678263454902178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjD3An0W8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/83UHiNYjEqY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjD3An0W8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/83UHiNYjEqY/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271678713664396226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjFkh4qAqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/71ZOwHxBcW0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjFkh4qAqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/71ZOwHxBcW0/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271680595199132322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i turned 20 on november 6th! it was an awesome birthday...my parents &amp;amp; good friend, annie, came to visit me that weekend. and we had lots of cake, presents, and parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...:::...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a good semester, but i can't believe it's almost over! time goes so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;(i love college, by the way. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-5363677805843874099?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/5363677805843874099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SSjBkeTyXkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/beYGqQqrryI/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-7288963222216865462</id><published>2008-10-14T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:36:04.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living and active.</title><content type='html'>today i was printing some stuff out from my parent's computer, and my dad's Bible was sitting there. so i picked it up and decided to look through it a bit. (his is KJV, which i am not extremely familiar with as i typically use NIV.) so, i opened to where the bookmark was keeping place - which was Ephesians - and i got a slight chill when i saw the way he had marked it all up and wrote notes in the margins. my goodness, i thought, this looks just like my Bible! i hadn't really gone through dad's Bible before, but it was super cool to see how similar we are as we study the Word. this simple thing was such a blessing today. my heart has been heavy all break, but this was something i needed to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here are pictures of dad's &amp;amp; my Bible respectively; mine is in Ecclesiastes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/liftmeup_again/991b7215763401/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="27" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x99.xanga.com/1b7c933275d30215763401/z168736523.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;img title="24" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xd7.xanga.com/2d3c9a3075d30215763412/z168736534.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-7288963222216865462?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/7288963222216865462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=7288963222216865462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/7288963222216865462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/7288963222216865462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/10/living-and-active.html' title='Living and active.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-5740467490929351293</id><published>2008-09-28T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:52:29.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pride and summertime come before the fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/liftmeup_again/07cf8213275363/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="38" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x07.xanga.com/cf8c922221630213275363/z166557230.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that we're technically in the season of fall, but this week still had that summer-heat feeling to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found myself longing for true autumn weather when i can wear sweaters and jeans...and see the beautiful reds, yellows, and oranges of the trees...when i can simply inhale and exhale the air and really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't explain what it is about this season, but it sparks something in my spirit, in my heart. it's a sort of expectation, a knowing that God is moving and working and that He is going to use this time in my life as He does with the earth and its seasons. He is a sovereign God. He uses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; situations for His glory -- both the bad and the good. when we go through trials, we often ask Him, "why are you letting this happen, God??" and it is in those times that He lovingly holds us and whispers, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rest in Me. I will use this to bring beauty. cling to Me.&lt;/span&gt;" God is sovereign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Ecclesiastes 3:11)&lt;/span&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/5174553417615119290-5740467490929351293?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/5740467490929351293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=5740467490929351293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/5740467490929351293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/5740467490929351293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/09/pride-and-summertime-come-before-fall.html' title='pride and summertime come before the fall.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-1868160688825774057</id><published>2008-09-21T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:40:52.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at  the stars, look how they shine for you.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from working out with my roomies. Since Amy works there, she can go (and she can bring friends) whenever she wants. It was soooo nice to exercise, especially with just the 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was really stressful. I felt way behind with my research paper and finding sources. Turns out, I'm doing pretty okay with all of that. I wish I would've known that earlier so I could have avoided a tearful Saturday evening. But Mom came to visit, which made my day so much better. We went out shopping, had lunch, and just hung out. It was really nice. I love my mommy. :) She also knows how to comfort me, what I need to hear (even when I don't want to hear it), and she can tell when I'm stressed. I can't hide it from her very well. So it was nice to have her here in the midst of my homework breakdown. I am so, so blessed with amazing, godly, loving, supportive, fun parents. I can't express just how thankful I am for them. They are my twin pillars, without whom I could not stand. God has blessed me far beyond what I deserve, and I am so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful for my roommates, friends, other family members, the list goes on... It's easy to forget how much I have; I realize how often I take people for granted. A couple of weeks ago, God helped me realize what I really need to invest myself in this year -- and not just this year, but for life -- relationships and love and Him. During one of our roomie prayer times, Amy Jo prayed that our focus and our "worlds" would not be centered on homework this year. Of course, homework is important and without studying, we're not going to do very well. But there's so much more to life than that. Olivet really does have a lot to offer us, allows us to serve and love others through ministries, groups, clubs, etc. And I really want to invest myself fully in Jesus, in His Kingdom, in His Great Commission -- by loving others, loving everyone (even when it's hard), serving others, putting their needs above my own (even when I want things my way), give-give-giving and getting refueled by His Spirit each day, moment-by-moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to really live life. I really want to love. (And, honestly, I don't know if this is selfish or just normal, but I want to be loved, too.) Without Him, this life is meaningless. That's what we've been talking about in Sunday School as we go through Ecclesiastes. "Everything is meaningless," Solomon says over and over again. In the end, both the wise and the foolish die. Everything is meaningless...without our sovereign God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"A man can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in his work. This too, I see, is from the hand of God, &lt;span id="en-NIV-17359" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for without him, who can eat or find enjoyment? &lt;span id="en-NIV-17360" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To the man who pleases him, God gives wisdom, knowledge and happiness, but to the sinner he gives the task of gathering and storing up wealth to hand it over to the one who pleases God. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind." (Ecclesiastes 2:24-26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live.&lt;span id="en-NIV-17373" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God.&lt;span id="en-NIV-17374" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that men will revere him." (Ecclesiastes 3:12-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to live this life by living in His Spirit moment-by-moment, walking and talking with Him, loving like He does, and to find satisfaction in Him alone. My life is His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-1868160688825774057?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/1868160688825774057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=1868160688825774057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/1868160688825774057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/1868160688825774057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-at-stars-look-how-they-shine-for.html' title='Look at  the stars, look how they shine for you.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-2953318022529740264</id><published>2008-09-11T19:40:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:24:36.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart is open and willing; so take it.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm on week 3 of classes. And, amazingly enough, the homework load has not been too terribly bad. Probably because I've been praying about it every stinking day. And God won't let me be pushed beyond what I can bear. I love how He faithfully shows me how He fulfills His Word in my life - even in small ways. (However, I still need prayer with my classes. I do have a few projects that I know about already - and it wouldn't hurt to get a jump on them while not too much else is going on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the school year started, I asked God about what He might want me to be involved in this year. Last year I was in a couple of groups, but I wasn't very committed, to be quite honest. I don't want to be like that again, but I would like to be involved in at least one extra thing. I'm not the most out-going person sometimes; I definitely need my personal time. So there's a part of me saying, "Don't worry too much about being involved. You'll have to do things that aren't very comfortable sometimes. Just do classes and have some fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes. I don't want that mind-set. See, I don't have a job or anything (my parents have told me time and time again that they'd rather me not worry about having a job now since I'll be working for the rest of my life; they rule) -- but sometimes I feel like I have extra time and sometimes I feel like a big slacker. All 3 of my roomies have jobs and are at least mildly involved in stuff whether it's band, helping out at a church, Bible studies, Sister-2-Sister, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time, I also thing it's okay. I've not even been here a month yet, right? There really haven't been too many opportunities yet; some, yeah, but not TONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festival of ministries is coming up. I want to follow God's leading. I want to be involved. I want to grow. I want to grow alongside others. I want to love and be loved. I want to invest myself in things that matter, in things that will last (which aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; at all). All that lasts are our hearts, our souls -- people. I want to invest myself in relationships and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to this weekend, though. My friend, Annie, is coming up to spend the night and celebrate Amy Jo's birthday. We're going to Chicago on Sunday, which should be good times.  And I have choir retreat on Friday night! I love those girls. I sincerely feel blessed to be a part of this wonderful group of young ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I guess I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; doing stuff. I guess it's just that I find myself comparing myself to others. How lame is that? I know better than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each one of is created as a unique vessel for God's own purposes (2 Timothy 2:21). We are not to live our lives in self-conscious self-improvement; we are to live in God-consciousness with a deep awareness that we have been purchased at great cost. We are to glorify God in our bodies and in our spirits, which are God's." (From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Titus 2 Woman&lt;/span&gt; study)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a loving and gracious God we serve. I want to know Him more and more. I am thankful for the hunger for His Word He has been giving me lately. What a beautiful mystery is our God. I am His. I am completely His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, lead and guide me to where You want me. Open my heart to You. I want to be obedient to You. You know my desires and hopes; take them, and mold them into what You want. I want to delight in You daily, moment-by-moment. Your Word tells me to delight myself in You, and You will give me the desires of my heart. Here are my desires; here is my heart. It's all Yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you fathom the mysteries of God?&lt;br /&gt;      Can you probe the limits of the Almighty? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-13117" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They are higher than the heavens—what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;      They are deeper than the depths of the grave —what can you know? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-13118" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Their measure is longer than the earth&lt;br /&gt;      and wider than the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet if you devote your heart to him&lt;br /&gt;      and stretch out your hands to him, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-13123" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if you put away the sin that is in your hand&lt;br /&gt;      and allow no evil to dwell in your tent, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-13124" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then you will lift up your face without shame;&lt;br /&gt;      you will stand firm and without fear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will surely forget your trouble,&lt;br /&gt;      recalling it only as waters gone by. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life will be brighter than noonday,&lt;br /&gt;      and darkness will become like morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will be secure, because there is hope;&lt;br /&gt;      you will look about you and take your rest in safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Job 11:7-9, 13-18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-2953318022529740264?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/2953318022529740264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=2953318022529740264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/2953318022529740264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/2953318022529740264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-heart-is-open-and-willing-so-take-it.html' title='my heart is open and willing; so take it.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-8040456170046600044</id><published>2008-07-26T12:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:58:59.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...plannin' and dreamin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thank you, Nancy Sinatra.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of what this summer has been for me. I know I've talked about this before, but I was expecting to have a job this summer and to take a class at the community college. I was hoping to grow in all of my friendships back here at home. I was hoping it would be a summer to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While these things didn't exactly turn out the way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had planned, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet again&lt;/span&gt;, God showed me His faithful provision over my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::No "real job" - but I've had odd jobs all summer, giving me things to do and some cash in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::Didn't take a class at the community college - but I got to take it online, saving me gas money and any awkwardness of being in a class with people I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::And my friendships. One friendship, though it has gone through a couple of rough spots (like any normal friendship), has grown and become stronger. At the same time, another friendship changed so much and faded so much, it's hard to know how to respond sometimes. Two other friendships have shown me more about myself (and about them): our personalities, our similarities &amp;amp; differences, our common ground. (I think that speaks for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of my friendships, especially this summer.) And new friends have come into my life: some that may seem silly, in a way, as they are just in their sophomore year of high school. But one especially has made me smile and appreciate her sweet nature. She's mature for her age, yet very innocent. (That has given me something to think about lately.) And, of course, my parents. As lame as this may sound, I consider them my friends. They're the two people in my life who have taught me everything I know, while still allowing me to figure it out in my own way in my own time. They've always been the supportive and loving parents that I've needed, and now I see that the dynamic is changing a little bit. They're still the parents that I know and love (and need), but we're becoming more like friends, as well. Which is a huge blessing for me. And, hopefully, it is for them, too. That will be the hardest part of going back to school: not seeing my two best friends every day (not to sound too lame again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this summer has been one of wishing, hoping, thinking, praying, planning, and dreaming. Having my own wishes &amp;amp; hopes starting as one idea and, because of God's gentle reminders of His sovereignty, changing into desires that I must continually surrender to Him. Thinking and praying about this summer, about the coming school year, about my new roommates and our apartment, about living more fully for Him and growing closer to His heart, about learning to open up my heart to people and allowing, not only myself to get to know others, but allowing others to get to know me. Those things are still daily prayers of my heart. And I trust that He is still molding me into who He wants me to be. And I've been planning and dreaming. Less of the former, more of the latter, to be quite honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been given this summer as an opportunity to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;. I was really upset when I never got a job and the class-thing didn't work out how I originally planned, but my Mom said something to me that's stuck with me. She said, "This might be your last summer to just do nothing and do whatever you want to do." Something along those lines. And she was right. I don't know what I'll be doing next summer. I might be home again, which would still be nice. But I might be doing something else - staying at ONU for classes, doing an internship somewhere, whatever else... Only He knows. But I've learned that I need to accept this summer as gift. My attitude has definitely changed from, "Come on, God. I need to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; something. I need to be  busy and productive this summer," to, "Thank You for this break, God. Thank You for allowing me to take a breather and enjoy my vacation. Thank You for allowing this time of rest." Sure, I shouldn't be lazy, but I really believe this summer is a gift; His loving reminder for me to rest in Him and let Him carry my burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this blog turned into something a little different than what I had in mind starting out. But here it is. I'm praising God for His goodness and faithfulness to me. For making His grace and love known to me even more this summer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep it coming, Abba. I am Yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-8040456170046600044?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/8040456170046600044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=8040456170046600044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/8040456170046600044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/8040456170046600044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/07/wishin-and-hopin-and-thinkin-and.html' title='Wishin&apos; and hopin&apos; and thinkin&apos; and prayin&apos;....'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-4733386571200145104</id><published>2008-07-13T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:17:02.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SHrClms3NuI/AAAAAAAAACY/g00fYLueF6o/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SHrClms3NuI/AAAAAAAAACY/g00fYLueF6o/s320/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222700669189175010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago is such a beautiful, diverse, exciting city.  I spent Saturday there with a couple of friends and walked all over its long and busy streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times during the day that I would just look around at the huge buildings towering over me and all the people walking, biking, roller-blading, driving, sitting, laying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize how small I am.  I know we hear all the time how small the world is with all of the technological advances we now have.  And, sure, that's true.  You can contact anyone as long as you both have e-mail.  But I really felt small.  And humble.  And thankful that Jesus loves me.  And amazed that He knows and loves each individual that I passed along the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me?  Do I love them all?  Do I make an effort to get to know them?  Do I love Him and worship Him each day with my whole self?  Not just with my actions.  Not just with my words.  Not just with my thoughts.  With all of the above -- my heart, soul, mind, and strength.  Well, I want to love Him with all of me.  I want to love others and give, give, give.  He has blessed me beyond my worth.  And I want to overflow with thanksgiving and imitate His walk.  I want to give His love and compassion to others - and always abide in Him and getting re-charged by His faithful grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts as I head off to bed after a long, fun weekend.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-4733386571200145104?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/4733386571200145104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=4733386571200145104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/4733386571200145104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/4733386571200145104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/07/chicago.html' title='Chicago.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SHrClms3NuI/AAAAAAAAACY/g00fYLueF6o/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-8939992664657071260</id><published>2008-07-04T09:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:51:39.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom.</title><content type='html'>"It is absolutely clear that God has called you to a free life. Just make sure that you don't use this freedom as an excuse to do whatever you want to do and destroy your freedom. Rather, use your freedom to serve one another in love; that's how freedom grows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Galatians 5:13 MSG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.......Thank You for setting me free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-8939992664657071260?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/8939992664657071260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=8939992664657071260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/8939992664657071260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/8939992664657071260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-6447972603273200554</id><published>2008-07-01T23:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:06:18.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He &gt; me</title><content type='html'>I've been doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just having that pessimistic, easily-angered, irritated, short-tempered attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I act like that, and I hate the way I feel when I'm like that.  This cruddy attitude is something I want to completely do away with.  I want to REJOICE ALWAYS, as His Word tells me to do.  I want to be cheerful, positive, loving, patient, gracious, encouraging; I want to be like Jesus.  I want to live in Him each moment.  I want to be the best version of me that I can be.  I want to be the me that He created me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He reminded me gently, quietly, lovingly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I must become greater;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you, my child, must become less."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He doesn't say it in an "I-told-you-so" way.   His voice isn't harsh or over-powerful.  He simply tells me, like a true Best Friend.  He shows me where I'm struggling and He speaks the truth in love to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must become greater;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you must become less.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me - He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promises&lt;/span&gt; me - if I will only surrender everything to Him; put all my hope and trust in Him; simply make myself available to Him, He will grow me, use me, bless me abundantly.  He offers me all that I could ever want or need.   He has beautiful plans for my life.  He loves me with an everlasting love.  And He knows what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want His best!  I desire His &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very best&lt;/span&gt;.  I know that He wants me to live the abundant life He has prepared for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I surrender to Your will.  I'm giving You all of my hurts, anxieties, concerns, joys, hopes, desires...they are Yours, Lord!  You must become greater; I must become less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for His gentleness.  I am humbled by this beautiful message.  And I am extremely humbled by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; He revealed it to me.  After all the times I have rudely and loudly and un-compassionately requested or told someone to do something, here He is - the God of the universe, the shaper of the stars, the One who humbled Himself to death on a cross - firmly, yet incredibly softly and tenderly,  nudging me and tugging on my heart to just rest in Him; to lean on Him; to let Him carry my burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, You are too amazing and beautiful and glorious than I can ever begin to express.  Who am I, Lord?  I am so undeserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My focus  is needing that shift - from me to Him.   (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep reminding me, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a new day.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5174553417615119290-6447972603273200554?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/6447972603273200554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=6447972603273200554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/6447972603273200554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/6447972603273200554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-me.html' title='He &gt; me'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-6292360326498196041</id><published>2008-06-25T22:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:21:26.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Know what makes me feel good?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I may have given someone some good advice because:&lt;br /&gt;1) I rarely say the right thing at the right time&lt;br /&gt;2) ...just because it's awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend who's actually about 4 years younger than I am, but she's getting to that age when hormones are especially crazy, and awesome, Christian guys are quite rare (at least at our high school).  It was an awesome conversation, and I'm thankful that God allowed me to talk with her.  It gives me some encouragement about leading the small group (which is supposed to be about relationships).  My friend, Chelsea, also wants to help lead it so that would be awesome.  She has more experience than I do, but I feel like I also have some thoughts to bring to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, observe &amp;amp; comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;: at school . . . all I've found so far are boys who either don't know what to do with me or they make fun of me because I'm smart . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;: I mean, what's so wrong about getting to know me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: you are SO right. don't settle for less than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: boys kinda suck at that age, if i remember correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;: YES!! SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: you know how boys mature more slowly than girls? i think it's as if they're 2 years younger than they actually are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: and i'm like, "that explains a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;: wow, that's a good way to look at it. and it's true too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;: most of the guys my age (well, not REALLY my age, actually 15 or 16) are always looking for their next girlfriend instead of focusing on something worth working towards in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: yeah. unfortunately, that's how a lot of them are. but i don't wanna just diss on all the boys -- there are actually some good ones out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;: very true. I'd love to add more to my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: for me in high school, i would just try to see what characteristics i really liked about the boys i had crushes on (because i did have a few..hehe). like: how important his faith is to him, his sense of humor, his hard work with grades, if he'd rather hang with his guy friends or be surrounded by girls, stuff like that... and so it's just a good way to see what i'm really looking for in a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;: yeah . . . woah. those are good thing to go by. Mind if I steal them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: lol naw, i reccomend them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was such a good reminder for myself.  He's out there, and if I just keep looking to Jesus -- living for Him, seeking Him -- it will be done in His timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-6292360326498196041?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/6292360326498196041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=6292360326498196041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/6292360326498196041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/6292360326498196041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/06/know-what-makes-me-feel-good-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-1489923701002294249</id><published>2008-06-24T21:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:54:44.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My new RA, Christen, emailed a list of all the girls in our building today.  And it just made me excited for school.  I only know about 8 girls (out of about 40), but that just makes me feel more excited to meet and get to know the other girls; to make new friends -- which, in a way, kind of surprises me.  I'm sort of shy, and yet I'm really looking forward to sharing a building with a group of girls I don't even know.  (But it's probably because I'm living with 3 of my closest friends from school - and it's not like I don't know any of the other girls.)  There are only a few other girls who are the same year as I am -- most of the girls are going to be juniors and seniors (I'll be/I am[?] a sophomore.)  That kind of made me nervous at first, but now I'm looking forward to it -- getting to know some girls who are a little older than me, wiser, more experienced, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just exciting.  Simply thinking about the fact that I'll be living in an apartment gets me all pumped.  Granted, it's not a huge apartment - and it's still basically on campus.  But it's a step up from the dorms, and it kind of makes me feel even a little bit more independent.  Shoot, we'll have a toaster!  And a shower/toilet/sink that will only be shared by the 4 of us!  And a kitchen sink, table, refrigerator, microwave, oven, etc.!  AND our apartment has a little balcony!  How nifty is that?  I think it's pretty cool!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to the balcony.  I mean, we won't really be able to use it once it gets cold -- and, if this winter is anything like last winter, it will last about 4 months.  Even so, the time that I will be able to use the balcony should be awesome.  I see myself sitting out there, spending quiet time with God, watching the sunrise and sunset.  Oh.  Except for that our balcony actually faces the other apartments.  Haha.  Oh well.  It'll still be cool.  We'll also have a backyard, sort of, which I think will be awesome.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  That's all I've got.  Just excitement about the coming school year.&lt;br /&gt;(Secret: I'm not all excited; I'm actually a little nervous already, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-1489923701002294249?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/1489923701002294249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=1489923701002294249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/1489923701002294249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/1489923701002294249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-ra-christen-emailed-list-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-4725439873894566051</id><published>2008-06-21T23:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:57:11.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I say what's in my head?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Maybe because sometimes my thoughts are fuzzy and I don't really know what to say at the time - but I come up with something great later.  Maybe because I feel like it's not worth it; like I've never connected with someone who really understands my mood and countenance and feelings.  I'm not trying to be super needy or anything.  I'm not asking for a mind-reader.  But I feel like I've never had that one friend - the one who knows my limits and doesn't try to push me past them; the one who knows my likes and dislikes, respects them, and supports me; the one who really knows me, my personality, my strengths, my weaknesses, my hurts, my past experiences, my hopes, my fears; the one who only wants to encourage me and build me up and make me the best version of me that I can be; the one who helps me know Him better, shows me by example what it looks like to be a follower of Christ; the one.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not talking about just a friend anymore; however, as far as it concerns &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, I don't just want to be his girl -- I want to be his best friend, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to get back to the friends thing...&lt;br /&gt;Before I came home for the summer, I asked God to help me embrace the friendships I have here at home.  (After a few days of summer vacation, I realized I really only came home to a couple of friends.  It was a pretty weird feeling.)  And I realize that oftentimes I don't give my friendships my best.  I find myself being easily-angered, short-tempered, and impatient.  And I hate that.  Why am I like that with people I love?  I know that, while relationships should be great and fun, they also take a lot of work and effort.  It's about give and take.  I don't think I've been giving like I should be.  Am I?  Or am I being like a doormat, letting them just do whatever without speaking up when I feel the need to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that just hit me is that when I really spend quiet time with the Lord, I'm a better friend.  I'm more clear-minded, caring, and gracious.  And when I don't spend time with Him, well, I'm grouchy and over-emotional and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.  That makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always need Him to be my focus, my First Love -- because He truly is.  I am so thankful that I can come to Him -- come running and crying to Him -- and He always takes me with open arms.  I am thankful that He never lets me down or hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to really love.  I want to love like He loves me; like He loves us all.  I want to love like He has called me to love.  Agape.  I don't want to be a doormat, but I want to show some people my heart.  That means taking risks, trusting people with the most precious part of me [my heart], and allowing Him to use me - even if it's really hard at the time.  Just typing this makes me a little timid, unsure of what exactly He's up to or what He's going to do.  And yet, I have peace, knowing that He only wants the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Jon McLaughlin song is "Proud Father."  Here are some of my favorite lyrics from it that really say it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt; ...hold on to someone,&lt;br /&gt;who'll love you through the hot,&lt;br /&gt;and the cold.&lt;br /&gt;And hold on to someone,&lt;br /&gt;who'll love you&lt;br /&gt;no matter what they know.&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on to someone&lt;br /&gt;who'll love you when you're hot&lt;br /&gt;and when you're cold.&lt;br /&gt;And hold on to someone&lt;br /&gt;who'll love you&lt;br /&gt;no matter who they know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your mind&lt;br /&gt;So colors of skin you embrace.&lt;br /&gt;And open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;to harmony coming of age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It won't always be easy to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; when you give and you never get back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but no one's intended to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with their heart still intact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-4725439873894566051?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/4725439873894566051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=4725439873894566051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/4725439873894566051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/4725439873894566051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-cant-i-say-whats-in-my-head.html' title='Why can&apos;t I say what&apos;s in my head?'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-5715503215162112411</id><published>2008-06-18T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:00:06.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Reviews and Very Nice News.</title><content type='html'>I like the feeling of finishing a book.  Especially if it's really good - or if it's a classic.  In the last month, I've finished two really good books (quite a feat for me; even though I enjoy reading, it was really hard to find time during the school year).  I finally read the classic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; by Jane Austen: really not a tough read (but maybe that's just because I knew the story from watching the [Keira Knightl(e?)y version] movie 16493618908 times); it was a beautiful love story, with lots of funny moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistlestop Cafe&lt;/span&gt; by Fannie Flagg - another book made into a movie, which I've seen 9163652037 times.  As weird as it is, I actually like the movie better than the book -- but that's probably because I grew up watching the movie and reallyreally love it.  Even so, the book was really good. Fannie Flagg's writing makes me feel like I'm in the South in the thirties (although a lot of the book takes place in the fourties, fifties, sixties, seventies, eighties...).  Some of it was really funny.  Some of it made me feel awkward reading with my parents in the room (even though they didn't know what it said as I was reading).  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.  Enough book reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been amazing this week.  I can't seem to get over it.  I really don't like when it gets crazy hot and humid, but it's been awesome lately.  I love to experience His creation (especially when it's sunny with a high of 75!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a minor breakdown the other night with my mom...&lt;br /&gt;See, I had this whole plan for my summer: get a job; either pass the math test or take the class; etc.  And it's funny how things don't always turn out the way you plan...and it's funny how they do sometimes.  I never got a "real job," even though I turned in a handful of applications to places like Maurices, Dollar Tree, the library, Family Video, Goodwill...and I never heard back from any of them.  However, God has still provided - just in a different way than I thought.  Since I have the coolest parents ever, they have been paying me each week just to do the house chores.  I really didn't expect that to happen -- they were excited for me to get a job, too, but when it never happened I guess they felt bad for me.  Because it's not like I didn't try.  I really did.  But I just haven't had any luck with a job.  Anyways, they pay me to do laundry, vacuum, dishes, water flowers, etc.  (They rule.)  I've also picked up some extra cash babysitting, taking pictures for a wedding reception, and I'll be vacuuming my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have already known (because I posted a whiny blog about it before), I didn't test into the math class that I was hoping (and expecting) to.  While I still think it's kind of stupid that, after my 3 years of hard math in high school with all A's and B's and the fact that I don't want to do anything with math, I still had to try to test out of Algebra I.  Sadly, I didn't.  Haha.  And there were no classes for that particular math level at the community colleges around here.  But, again, God provided.  I'm taking the class online through WIU which, even though it's way more expensive than I thought it would be, is kind of nice because I just work on it whenever I want and it's not too hard.  (Unfortunately, though, I tend to worry about stuff -- including this math class.  Pray for me about this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has shown me over and over again that He provides for me.  I am never in need of anything because He is faithful to give me all that I need.  Sometimes it takes me a long time to get that through my head.  God is sovereign; God is God; He is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-23309" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-23310" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Matthew 6:26-27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has also reminded me that He has awesome plans for my life, and I need to surrender all of my desires to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Many are the plans in a man's heart,  but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Proverbs 19:21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows my heart; He knows exactly what I need and what I desire.  And He wants the best for me.  And I reallyreally want His best for me.  I don't want to settle; no, I want what He has lovingly and intricately planned out for me.  I want His best; therefore, I will seek Him and commit to Him my whole self - heart, body, soul, mind, strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Commit to the LORD whatever you do,  and your plans will succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Proverbs 16:3)&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/5174553417615119290-5715503215162112411?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/5715503215162112411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=5715503215162112411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/5715503215162112411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/5715503215162112411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-reviews-and-very-nice-news.html' title='Book Reviews and Very Nice News.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174553417615119290.post-4207148112620080338</id><published>2008-06-12T14:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:41:12.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogger/Blogspot.</title><content type='html'>I am starting over with Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'll post on this or not, but we'll see.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174553417615119290-4207148112620080338?l=far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/feeds/4207148112620080338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174553417615119290&amp;postID=4207148112620080338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/4207148112620080338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174553417615119290/posts/default/4207148112620080338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-more-than-rubies.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-bloggerblogspot.html' title='Hello Blogger/Blogspot.'/><author><name>erin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952183321426385096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKsxUXZyoGA/SjcebWm_eEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIlcpUlqZWg/S220/mesepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
