<?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-7890741828886437</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:50:50.615-07:00</updated><category term='S'/><title type='text'>Daily Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>-life in prose-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-7696406083675727097</id><published>2009-10-14T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:37:50.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG</title><content type='html'>MY BLOG HAS MOVED!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slynnt.wordpress.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Tuch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-7696406083675727097?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7696406083675727097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=7696406083675727097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7696406083675727097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7696406083675727097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7696406083675727097' title='BLOG'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-3503692770537615420</id><published>2009-10-13T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:17:13.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>One of those nights...</title><content type='html'>Sitting up watching Arrested Development.&lt;div&gt;Making grocery lists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wishing I could put my finger on what it is life is doing right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels pivotal. Like the future hinges on these few months.  It seems as if, just making it through will be an accomplishment, a testament to God's goodness and faithfulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note: I'm considering moving my blog again.  Why? Maybe to gain control of my life? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-3503692770537615420?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3503692770537615420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=3503692770537615420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3503692770537615420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3503692770537615420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3503692770537615420' title='One of those nights...'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-856514853943630548</id><published>2009-10-08T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:08:11.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Thank you Snow Patrol for expressing my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me&lt;br /&gt;And just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know&lt;br /&gt;How to say&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&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/7890741828886437-856514853943630548?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/856514853943630548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=856514853943630548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/856514853943630548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/856514853943630548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#856514853943630548' title='Snow Patrol'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-6519014459526081510</id><published>2009-10-06T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:51:10.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Block. Blue to a Blind Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;It's like trying to teach blue to a blind man&lt;br /&gt;Rude to a kind man&lt;br /&gt;Or walking on the sun&lt;br /&gt;You try and I do all that I can&lt;br /&gt;But teaching blue to a blind mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't be done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-6519014459526081510?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6519014459526081510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=6519014459526081510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6519014459526081510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6519014459526081510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6519014459526081510' title='Ken Block. Blue to a Blind Man'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8768590723495008923</id><published>2009-10-06T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:56:01.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10.06.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SswRJQsNlYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FV2XuVJa63E/s1600-h/blog+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" 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href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8768590723495008923' title='10.06.09'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SswRJQsNlYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FV2XuVJa63E/s72-c/blog+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-4367754478102732409</id><published>2009-10-04T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:11:19.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's snowing.</title><content type='html'>I'm excited. for what's coming... and I don't know what it is that is coming.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to travel. to explore. to live. and to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... how to do that today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-4367754478102732409?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4367754478102732409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=4367754478102732409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4367754478102732409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4367754478102732409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4367754478102732409' title='It&apos;s snowing.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-3909543115857920658</id><published>2009-10-02T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:54:34.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;... like dead bunnies in bear traps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many things vie for my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many things demand my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fewer things attract my interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all of them are on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-3909543115857920658?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3909543115857920658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=3909543115857920658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3909543115857920658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3909543115857920658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3909543115857920658' title='Killing time...'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8331899488876541896</id><published>2009-09-27T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:17:08.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new love.</title><content type='html'>In the midst of not having true days off, i've been watching 30 Rock.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and I love it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But unfortunately the early episodes of Season 3 (and some of Season 2) are not findable.. and I'm wanting to watch it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's a girl to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8331899488876541896?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8331899488876541896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8331899488876541896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8331899488876541896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8331899488876541896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8331899488876541896' title='My new love.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8640084315028466437</id><published>2009-09-25T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:59:09.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Work,</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I give you my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please do not criticize me for it. Will you take advantage of my time and my energy?  Will I care too much?  How can it not end in dejection if I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But if I keep my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will I motivate myself to do well?  What will I be working for? Will there be any point at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Your devoted friend, and enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8640084315028466437?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8640084315028466437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8640084315028466437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8640084315028466437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8640084315028466437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8640084315028466437' title='Dear Work,'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-1715761931024716292</id><published>2009-09-24T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:01:51.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Video Department</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a good day.  I spent most of my time putting together a last minute video for Youth Specialties.  So, even though it was last minute, I think it's a short video for my friends in Boston...&lt;div&gt;This is what we do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5db3605b01fcb3f1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5db3605b01fcb3f1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326390%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F51B2CD2A11821757391965F6B8A29F36EE5D75.10820CE2DD17A70D6B336E03AC4C33DFEFD2DFD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5db3605b01fcb3f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN84_rZ_Jt2SKwa3gE6d1uPJeT6w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5db3605b01fcb3f1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326390%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F51B2CD2A11821757391965F6B8A29F36EE5D75.10820CE2DD17A70D6B336E03AC4C33DFEFD2DFD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5db3605b01fcb3f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN84_rZ_Jt2SKwa3gE6d1uPJeT6w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-1715761931024716292?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1715761931024716292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=1715761931024716292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1715761931024716292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1715761931024716292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1715761931024716292' title='Life in the Video Department'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-2483149299760214913</id><published>2009-09-22T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:01:16.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. collecting and organizing things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. like videos on a DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. or facts in an email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. making sure all bases are covered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. remembering things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. creating processes that work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. motion graphics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. after effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. stylizing video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. problem solving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. managing people who learn quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. working independently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. location scouting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. stage directing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. helping people and making them happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. meetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;I don't like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;. camera operating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;. capturing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;. cutting footage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;. telling someone something twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;. printing audio labels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;. printing pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;. duplicating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;. gathering people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;. talking to people who want to buy things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;. boom operating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;. filling orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems I like more things than I dislike.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. thats a good sign right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-2483149299760214913?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2483149299760214913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=2483149299760214913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2483149299760214913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2483149299760214913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2483149299760214913' title='Work'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-2508313733110208506</id><published>2009-09-18T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:04:33.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's God Upto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"Waiting upon God is vital in order to see Him and receive a vision from Him.  And the amount of time spent before Him is also critical, for our hearts are like a photographer's film--the longer exposed, the deeper the impression.  For God's vision to be impressed on our hearts, we must sit in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;stillness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at His feet for quite a long time.  Remember, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; troubled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; surface of a lake will not reflect an image."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;"He will quiet you with His love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Be on your guard; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;stand firm in the faith; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;be courageous; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;be strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Do everything in love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 16:13-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-2508313733110208506?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2508313733110208506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=2508313733110208506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2508313733110208506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2508313733110208506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2508313733110208506' title='What&apos;s God Upto?'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-228597481321585337</id><published>2009-09-16T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:53:16.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life According to Relient K</title><content type='html'>Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 20 people including me. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat song titles. It's a lot harder than you think! Re-post as "My Life According to (ARTIST/BAND NAME)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick Your Artist:&lt;br /&gt;Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a male or female:&lt;br /&gt;The Last, The Lost, The Least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Over Thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel:&lt;br /&gt;I am Understood? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live:&lt;br /&gt;Where Do I Go From Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go:&lt;br /&gt;My Way or the Highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite form of transportation:&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson Aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend(s) is/are:&lt;br /&gt;More Than Useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color is:&lt;br /&gt;The Lining is Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like:&lt;br /&gt;High of 75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:&lt;br /&gt;Bite My Tounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you:&lt;br /&gt;Forward Motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up:&lt;br /&gt;The Rest Is Up To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for:&lt;br /&gt;The One I'm Waiting For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t mind:&lt;br /&gt;Let It All Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear:&lt;br /&gt;The Thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best advice you have to give:&lt;br /&gt;Come Right Out And Say It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your name, you would change it to:&lt;br /&gt;Plead The Fifth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic Way To Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would like to die:&lt;br /&gt;Curl Up And Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto:&lt;br /&gt;Give Until There's Nothing Left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-228597481321585337?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/228597481321585337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=228597481321585337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/228597481321585337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/228597481321585337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#228597481321585337' title='My Life According to Relient K'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8035372094603448175</id><published>2009-09-15T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:55:12.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Singles Week</title><content type='html'>It's national singles week.&lt;br /&gt;Odd.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't rightly care much about being single...  Except in relation to work. &lt;br /&gt;Being the only single one at work is getting old fast. &lt;br /&gt;But being not single sounds so unappealing at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Notes from an article arguing the need for National Singles Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We need it because single people who live solo can show us that living alone is not the same as feeling alone. They remind us of something that is too seldom acknowledged in a society that so celebrates the buzz of social life, something that people of all marital statuses can appreciate - that solitude can be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;12. We need it because the de-stigmatizing of single life does not undermine marriage, it strengthens it. When single people can live their lives with all of the same respect, benefits, protections, and opportunities as people who are married, then those who want to marry are free. They can pursue marriage for the right reasons - not to run away from the stigma of being single, but to embrace the attractions of being married.&lt;br /&gt;14. We need to value single people because that's what progressive nations do. They look for the people who have been marginalized and diminished, and invite them into the center of society. That way, we can all live happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8035372094603448175?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8035372094603448175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8035372094603448175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8035372094603448175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8035372094603448175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8035372094603448175' title='National Singles Week'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8903771336690258095</id><published>2009-09-13T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:19:06.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASR</title><content type='html'>I thoroughly enjoyed our escapade to San Diego.  Despite getting sick, and wearing myself out, I still had a fantastic time... which is saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, all pictures are on other people's camera's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a weekend of good friends, good food, good conversation, and awesomeness.  I'm a lucky girl.  And all this for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8903771336690258095?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8903771336690258095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8903771336690258095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8903771336690258095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8903771336690258095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8903771336690258095' title='ASR'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-7794909737290733409</id><published>2009-09-08T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:23:00.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at home.  And I love it.  I love my house. and I find that I hardly ever mind being alone.  It's so comfortable and enjoyable to just relax.  I have a home of my own.  I'm a very very lucky girl.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This picture hardly even captures how lovely my home is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SqcfSDbBq6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7rg18c7ptqw/s1600-h/Photo+88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SqcfSDbBq6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7rg18c7ptqw/s400/Photo+88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379302674934115234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-7794909737290733409?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7794909737290733409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=7794909737290733409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7794909737290733409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7794909737290733409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7794909737290733409' title='Currently'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SqcfSDbBq6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7rg18c7ptqw/s72-c/Photo+88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-3438645208165259340</id><published>2009-09-02T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:22:09.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disillusionment</title><content type='html'>A feeling that arises from the discovery that something is not what it was anticipated to be, commonly held to be stronger than disappointment especially when a belief central to one’s identity is shown to be false; The act of freeing from an illusion, or the state of being freed therefrom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-3438645208165259340?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3438645208165259340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=3438645208165259340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3438645208165259340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3438645208165259340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3438645208165259340' title='Disillusionment'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8628528191009839276</id><published>2009-07-26T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:45:02.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 8</title><content type='html'>Summer is winding down.&lt;br /&gt;and with it I feel my hope dim.&lt;br /&gt;(though I know hope does not disappoint when our hope is in Christ... I mean a different kind of hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing new on the horizon.  Nothing new under the sun (to steal from Solomon)&lt;br /&gt;I long for the excitement of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path ahead is familiar, the way long... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short: I wish there was something to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet... being content with the present is a much more fortuitous occupation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8628528191009839276?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8628528191009839276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8628528191009839276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8628528191009839276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8628528191009839276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8628528191009839276' title='Week 8'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-5292734490214396678</id><published>2009-07-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:32:36.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms</title><content type='html'>20:4&lt;br /&gt;23:3 "He restores my soul, He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake"&lt;br /&gt;25:9 "He leads the humble in what is right, and teaches the humble his way"&lt;br /&gt;     :10 "All the paths of the LORD are steadfast love and faithfulness, for those who keep his covenant and testimonies"&lt;br /&gt;31:15 "My times are in your hand"&lt;br /&gt;25:14 "The friendship of the Lord is for those who fear Him"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-5292734490214396678?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5292734490214396678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=5292734490214396678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5292734490214396678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5292734490214396678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5292734490214396678' title='Psalms'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8026014330049123495</id><published>2009-07-08T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:52:53.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Love</title><content type='html'>has given me life.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a force that I cannot fight.&lt;br /&gt;it's taken over me.&lt;br /&gt;Love is Changing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this: God's love to change me. To quiet me.&lt;br /&gt;To reflect his love to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8026014330049123495?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8026014330049123495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8026014330049123495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8026014330049123495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8026014330049123495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8026014330049123495' title='Love Love'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-2589637775024406596</id><published>2009-06-27T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:14:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe...</title><content type='html'>that God has something bigger.&lt;br /&gt;something greater, &lt;br /&gt;and something far more lovely than I can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point in striving for mediocrity...&lt;br /&gt;God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good. God is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I glorify and reflect Him only, in a life that loves people well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-2589637775024406596?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2589637775024406596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=2589637775024406596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2589637775024406596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2589637775024406596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2589637775024406596' title='I believe...'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-4852584089360816820</id><published>2009-06-22T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:15:09.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A million years later.</title><content type='html'>This weekend I enjoyed the tranquility of friendship and rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember the last time I was so blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current life occupation:  Being a woman consumed with loving God.  Nothing else matters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ability to accomplish said occupation is dependent on my reliance on God.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Learning what that looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned that my favorite place here is the lake at night, when all the lights are out, and the stars are up. Nothing can replicate that. There's something about this place at night that will always get me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-4852584089360816820?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4852584089360816820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=4852584089360816820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4852584089360816820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4852584089360816820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4852584089360816820' title='A million years later.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-1217304287192377433</id><published>2009-05-20T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:01:24.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Coming</title><content type='html'>Summer that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it's around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my ducks are suppose to be in order in a matter of days, and the eggs haven't even hatched yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like ducks.. they quack quack quack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-1217304287192377433?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1217304287192377433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=1217304287192377433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1217304287192377433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1217304287192377433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1217304287192377433' title='It&apos;s Coming'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-3821417035161319688</id><published>2009-04-17T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:45:56.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah gave in...</title><content type='html'>and got a twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.. she just doesn't have time to really update people on life... and doesn't have internet at home still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sarahtuch"&gt;twitter.com/sarahtuch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-3821417035161319688?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-1011598638492758146</id><published>2009-04-15T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:07:14.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on the edge.</title><content type='html'>On the edge of what you ask?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder that myself.&lt;br /&gt;But I want to live there besides.  &lt;br /&gt;Not only do I want to live there, but I want to love there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pismo Beach: Staff Retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SeaD_m0mQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/3rsDX0Oc1kg/s1600-h/DSC07842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SeaD_m0mQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/3rsDX0Oc1kg/s400/DSC07842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325088738188346226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-1011598638492758146?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1011598638492758146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=1011598638492758146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1011598638492758146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1011598638492758146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1011598638492758146' title='Living on the edge.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SeaD_m0mQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/3rsDX0Oc1kg/s72-c/DSC07842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8570055164149581958</id><published>2009-04-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:44:04.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just saying</title><content type='html'>If there is any sport I can get behind, it's Men's College Hockey.  And that is because I graduated from the best school ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SeFjO1qS6pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/seNZSiG04T8/s1600-h/09-hockey-rotating-12b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SeFjO1qS6pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/seNZSiG04T8/s400/09-hockey-rotating-12b.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323645341102434962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goterriers.com"&gt;GO BU!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so happy. &lt;br /&gt;Best comeback! Incredible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8570055164149581958?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8570055164149581958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8570055164149581958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8570055164149581958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8570055164149581958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8570055164149581958' title='I&apos;m just saying'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SeFjO1qS6pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/seNZSiG04T8/s72-c/09-hockey-rotating-12b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-6872190515706950491</id><published>2009-04-11T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:51:16.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Journals</title><content type='html'>There's something so promising about an empty journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that excites me.  The prospect of doing new things, thinking new things, recording new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find an impulse to buy empty notebooks often (though rarely do).  And yet, when I buy one, I have this hesitation to use it.  There's something wonderful about an unadulterated notebook.  There's something beautiful about it's blank pages. What... dear notebook, should you be filled with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate to write, not wanting to err. But that also moves me to buy more, empty notebooks... more chances to start over, anew. New blank pages are forgiving of past notebooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-6872190515706950491?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6872190515706950491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=6872190515706950491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6872190515706950491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6872190515706950491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6872190515706950491' title='Empty Journals'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-4016780158069024561</id><published>2009-03-30T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:01:45.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Learning.&lt;br /&gt;Loving.&lt;br /&gt;Living.&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good, and I have no complaints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-4016780158069024561?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4016780158069024561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=4016780158069024561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4016780158069024561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4016780158069024561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4016780158069024561' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-2119804705073716308</id><published>2009-03-27T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:37:17.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Today a friend asked me, and I quote: "so what else is going on with you?"  &lt;br /&gt;   When I inquired what he meant specifically, he responded "I don't know. anything other than work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I laughed.  What else is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/Sc1jIoXjtII/AAAAAAAAAFc/DvscEol3ws0/s1600-h/n68603581_31980551_5418186.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/_lrA9sDS3drQ/Sc1jIoXjtII/AAAAAAAAAFc/DvscEol3ws0/s400/n68603581_31980551_5418186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318015734920754306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-2119804705073716308?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2119804705073716308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=2119804705073716308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2119804705073716308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2119804705073716308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2119804705073716308' title='Work'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/Sc1jIoXjtII/AAAAAAAAAFc/DvscEol3ws0/s72-c/n68603581_31980551_5418186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-2085902892859933378</id><published>2009-03-23T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:46:11.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before me.</title><content type='html'>I sit looking at my schedule for the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see, splayed before me, the work of 4 people and my head hurts.  How is this possible?  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; this possible?  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;The cross before me the world behind&lt;br /&gt;No turning back, raise the banner high&lt;br /&gt;It's not for me, it's all for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Not to us, but to Your Name be the glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I keep my eyes on Jesus, I can walk on water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-2085902892859933378?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2085902892859933378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=2085902892859933378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2085902892859933378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2085902892859933378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2085902892859933378' title='Before me.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-6779931005330282737</id><published>2009-03-17T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:11:00.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Find Her</title><content type='html'>The other day, a friend of mine made a comment about what he wanted people to think when they thought about him.&lt;br /&gt;and it made &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; think.  What do I want people to think when they think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what I want, is to love people well.  To love people with all I have.&lt;br /&gt;and that includes people I don't love well.&lt;br /&gt;to really love is to love those who won't love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to suffer long, to be kind, to not envy, not parade myself, not be puffed up, not behave rudely, not seek my own, not be provoked, think no evil, to not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoice in the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BEAR ALL THINGS. BELIEVE ALL THINGS. HOPE ALL THINGS. ENDURE ALL THINGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-6779931005330282737?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6779931005330282737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=6779931005330282737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6779931005330282737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6779931005330282737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6779931005330282737' title='If You Find Her'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-9080441496302812320</id><published>2009-03-11T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:27:21.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/Sbhk6TWxBYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jvy1pMf9UTI/s1600-h/2639_56967639558_673359558_1459618_6383805_n.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/_lrA9sDS3drQ/Sbhk6TWxBYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jvy1pMf9UTI/s400/2639_56967639558_673359558_1459618_6383805_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312106713274451330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say, "Sarah, what is it you do exactly"&lt;br /&gt;and I would say, "Well... I shoot people"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-9080441496302812320?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/9080441496302812320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=9080441496302812320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/9080441496302812320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/9080441496302812320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#9080441496302812320' title='I do'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/Sbhk6TWxBYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jvy1pMf9UTI/s72-c/2639_56967639558_673359558_1459618_6383805_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-2855321376488347081</id><published>2009-03-10T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:50:46.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The problem...</title><content type='html'>I left dinner this evening to find a tire flat on my car.  Knowing what I do about cars, i knew it unwise to drive the car far, let alone at all.  I carefully moved it to a spot out of the way, and proceeded to walk home.  I didn't have time, nor the bravery to change it then and there.  I don't want people watching me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after small group I headed over to my car.  Moving it under a light by the snack shop, i opened the trunk and got out the jack to begin the tire changing process.  Once my car was elevated I started working on the bolts.  But they won't budge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know how to change a tire! I've even helped change one before.  But apparently I'm not strong enough any longer (or I wasn't the one who used strength last time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I find myself a damsel in distress, in need of a hero, and brute strength, in order to have a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firefly now sits alone, with only three limbs, wondering when she will be rescued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi Vey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-2855321376488347081?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2855321376488347081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=2855321376488347081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2855321376488347081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2855321376488347081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2855321376488347081' title='The problem...'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-3772134891117520622</id><published>2009-03-09T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:30:15.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perishers</title><content type='html'>"Come Out of the Shade"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-3772134891117520622?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3772134891117520622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=3772134891117520622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3772134891117520622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3772134891117520622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3772134891117520622' title='The Perishers'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-4502725444462960528</id><published>2009-03-06T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:45:29.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Luke 14:34-38 (New American Standard Bible)&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, salt is good; but if even salt has become tasteless, with what will it be seasoned?&lt;br /&gt;"It is useless either for the soil or for the manure pile; it is thrown out. He who has ears to hear, let him hear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt is used to make manure good for fertilizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the salt, are to make manure good for fertilizing.&lt;br /&gt;We, the salt, are to make the crap in people's lives good for fertilizing.&lt;br /&gt;We, the salt, are to make the crap in people's lives good soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Luke 8:8 (New American Standard Bible)&lt;br /&gt;"Other seed fell into the good soil, and grew up, and produced a crop a hundred times as great." As He said these things, He would call out, "He who has ears to hear, let him hear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who has ears to hear, let hum hear. Being the salt of the earth is also about being the kind of person that takes people where they are and makes them more receptive to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-4502725444462960528?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4502725444462960528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=4502725444462960528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4502725444462960528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4502725444462960528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4502725444462960528' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8054249603014969600</id><published>2009-03-05T22:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:58:14.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D*Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SbDGdDS5mxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HZDtJ92uf2g/s1600-h/DSC07601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SbDGdDS5mxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HZDtJ92uf2g/s400/DSC07601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309962163072899858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hume Crew in line for the Jungle Cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was inspired to go to Disneyland because my pass was expiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of us decided to hit up the happy kingdom and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode most every ride we enjoyed twice.  And that includes riding Splash Mountain twice in a row (no getting out of the log), two times (2 x 2 =4)!  It also meant riding Big Thunder Mountain in pelting rain.. and it was an incredible feeling.  Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we drove the 6 enjoyable hours back to camp before hitting our pillows at 3 am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great shotgun trip to the Southern of California.  No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SbDJLgUxwKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TU_mgp1NsMo/s1600-h/DSC07596.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/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SbDJLgUxwKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TU_mgp1NsMo/s400/DSC07596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309965160162640034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle and I on Big Thunder Mountain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8054249603014969600?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8054249603014969600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8054249603014969600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8054249603014969600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8054249603014969600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8054249603014969600' title='D*Land'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SbDGdDS5mxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HZDtJ92uf2g/s72-c/DSC07601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8878171190071903312</id><published>2009-03-02T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:55:23.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>Baby don't hurt me.  Don't hurt me. no more.  (Another one of those days I just feel liking singing to the internet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wear my sunglasses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En otro cosas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida no esta mal ahora, pero no esta mi favorito.  Odio la situacion, y la dolor en mi corazon.  Quiero ser una persona con belleza. Lo veo.  Porque mi Padre es bueno, y me la dime por mis hermanas de Dios.  Entre de mi corazon y mi cabeza hay un lucha.  Mi corazon quiere amigos y todo, pero mi cabeza se sabe que es por mio y no tuyo.  I debo necesitar nada de los otros en mi vido. La unica cosa yo necesito es mi Dios, mi Padre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purificame y lavame, renueveame, restaurame senor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8878171190071903312?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8878171190071903312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8878171190071903312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8878171190071903312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8878171190071903312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8878171190071903312' title='What is love?'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-845195648390284328</id><published>2009-02-27T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:19:47.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is about to go to bed</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I start to title my blogs as if they are a status on facebook.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is glad that God is good.&lt;br /&gt;wants to fight the evil minions in her head.&lt;br /&gt;anxiously anticipates the hope of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposes that this habit is similar to the one that makes her type "reply" first before replying in an email. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves her friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-845195648390284328?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/845195648390284328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=845195648390284328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/845195648390284328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/845195648390284328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#845195648390284328' title='is about to go to bed'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-6337957770088424705</id><published>2009-02-24T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:15:08.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Again-Griffin House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Never again am I gonna give my heart to a bullshit cause&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough of lies and dark&lt;br /&gt;Never again am I gonna waste my time on a bullshit road&lt;br /&gt;It’s never been a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Simple words from a simple man&lt;br /&gt;Take me as I am ‘cause there’s no guarantee I’ll ever change&lt;br /&gt;To feel like this, to know distress, to always wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Ah, forgive me any way I go&lt;br /&gt;Father, I know, I feel like I’m made to let you down&lt;br /&gt;Brother, I know, I’m failing to come through&lt;br /&gt;To feel like this, to know distress, to always wonder why&lt;br /&gt;If you lead me anywhere I’ll go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s plain to see that I don’t fit in&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to find a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;My body’s always been too young for the soul that’s trapped inside&lt;br /&gt;But I’d show the color of my eyes to everyone around&lt;br /&gt;And it’d take an angel seven years to come and calm me down&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never understand myself or know the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;In my bed alone at night I learned to be afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;My soul is frozen stiff inside my skin&lt;br /&gt;Paralyzed by thoughts that I’ve let in&lt;br /&gt;Father, I know, I feel like I’m made to let you down&lt;br /&gt;Brother, I know, I’m failing to come through&lt;br /&gt;To feel like this, to know distress, to always wonder why&lt;br /&gt;If you take me…anywhere I’ll go&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are going…take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;If you lead me…anywhere I’ll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-6337957770088424705?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6337957770088424705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=6337957770088424705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6337957770088424705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6337957770088424705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6337957770088424705' title='Never Again-Griffin House'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-497426297182568847</id><published>2009-02-24T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:09:58.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Cab.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The time for sleep is now&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to cry about&lt;br /&gt;'cause we'll hold each other soon&lt;br /&gt;In the blackest of rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-497426297182568847?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/497426297182568847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=497426297182568847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/497426297182568847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/497426297182568847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#497426297182568847' title='Death Cab.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-9130766825782911963</id><published>2009-02-24T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:41:01.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalala lalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I drove in London while eating cantaloupe, listening to the polka song written for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-9130766825782911963?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/9130766825782911963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=9130766825782911963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/9130766825782911963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/9130766825782911963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#9130766825782911963' title='Lalalala lalalala'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-4782093042946191697</id><published>2009-02-23T18:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:15:53.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there someone else?</title><content type='html'>"No, but there is the dream of someone else"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You've Got Mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... one of my favorite lines ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All that means is it wasn't personal to you. It's personal to me. It's personal to a lot of people. And what's so wrong with being personal anyway. Whateverelse anything is it aughta begin by being personal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-4782093042946191697?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4782093042946191697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=4782093042946191697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4782093042946191697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4782093042946191697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4782093042946191697' title='Is there someone else?'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-247145594480453375</id><published>2009-02-22T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:18:33.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Rain is Falling</title><content type='html'>In the short span of a few hours I've accomplished quite a number of things and crossed them off of my list.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm not much of a list person... in the sense that I'd rather not have one if possible.  But I am a list person when it comes to getting things done. It feels great to have less and less on a list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had made plans for a coffee date with Lizzy at 1.  Thinking it was Monday, I was quite surprised to find people sleeping on my couch.  So I had to cancel and move the date till after church.. but I feel guilty, because I think that might be a bit too late for a school night... there was hesitation in getting permission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on that note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na na na na life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though it all still hurts like yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na na na na life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-247145594480453375?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-6224709929785477012</id><published>2009-02-21T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:18:30.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tired</title><content type='html'>Last night I checked to make sure my alarm was off...&lt;div&gt;I apparently checked wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me an hour this morning to realize that i was waking up every 9 minutes because my alarm was going off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was even pressing the snooze button, and STILL didn't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-6224709929785477012?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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want to be creative. and intriguing in my writing.  But all I hear in my head are songs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today it's Toby Lightman... 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-7054691626807635960</id><published>2009-02-17T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:10:23.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Answers</title><content type='html'>I sat this morning before God.&lt;div&gt;I asked Him to remind me who He is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a voice inside me decided to turn to Psalm 37 (not thinking about what might it be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- and everything I needed to hear was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.8  23.24. 30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-7054691626807635960?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-2317837423521436536</id><published>2009-02-16T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:03:21.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>"Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-2317837423521436536?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2317837423521436536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=2317837423521436536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2317837423521436536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2317837423521436536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2317837423521436536' title='Heroes'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-7549453375501084571</id><published>2009-02-15T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:07:05.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Need to Know...</title><content type='html'>God is Good.&lt;div&gt;Rejoice always, and again I say rejoice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is but a mist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My God is an all consuming fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love beyond measure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lay down your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last will be first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's power is manifested in weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to us, but to Him be the Glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's not I who live, but Christ in me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a branch, I'd like the fruit that comes from being part of a Jesus tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-7549453375501084571?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-3942357669174122318</id><published>2009-02-11T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:04:52.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...since sliced bread</title><content type='html'>How cool is sliced bread really?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we're always saying (well maybe not always) that something is the coolest thing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; sliced bread...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But has anyone ever stopped to think about how awesome it is to have a pure unadulterated loaf of bread... I mean you can just rip of a piece and it tastes much better when it isn't flat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, don't we all really love rolls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided that I am NOT the coolest thing since sliced bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The light bulb, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not sliced bread.&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/7890741828886437-3942357669174122318?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3942357669174122318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=3942357669174122318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3942357669174122318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3942357669174122318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3942357669174122318' title='...since sliced bread'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-9180936398033923125</id><published>2009-02-09T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:17:26.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beanpot</title><content type='html'>We won.&lt;br /&gt;We're the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;GO BU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC Sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-9180936398033923125?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/9180936398033923125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=9180936398033923125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/9180936398033923125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/9180936398033923125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#9180936398033923125' title='Beanpot'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-4531201486822353984</id><published>2009-02-09T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:13:30.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilmore</title><content type='html'>We're almost there and no where near it.  All that matters is that we're going.&lt;br /&gt;-Laureli Gilmore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-4531201486822353984?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4531201486822353984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=4531201486822353984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4531201486822353984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4531201486822353984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4531201486822353984' title='Gilmore'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-6145641687983938120</id><published>2009-02-09T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:45:44.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a stranger now unto me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its a still life water color,&lt;br /&gt;Of a now late afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;As the sun shines through the curtained lace&lt;br /&gt;And shadows wash the room.&lt;br /&gt;And we sit and drink our coffee&lt;br /&gt;Couched in our indifference,&lt;br /&gt;Like shells upon the shore&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the ocean roar&lt;br /&gt;In the dangling conversation&lt;br /&gt;And the superficial sighs,&lt;br /&gt;Are the borders of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon and Garfunkel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-6145641687983938120?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6145641687983938120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=6145641687983938120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6145641687983938120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6145641687983938120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6145641687983938120' title='You&apos;re a stranger now unto me.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-9013425062682021795</id><published>2009-02-09T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:16:36.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>Like a T-Shirt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm satisfied by Your love so completely, How can I thirst for the praises of men, there's nothing I need that you haven't provided no one can offer me peace like you can."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is enough, I don't need man's applause, I know what I'm worth, I remember the cross."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My heart knows your love like it flows through my veins, Such peace and contentment, I've found in your grace, I cant think why I ever complained, you love me what more can I want, I'm sustained"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sing these words and they echo deep inside me.  And yet I struggle with living them.  Oh that I were not human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-9013425062682021795?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Have I mentioned that Boston University has the NUMBER 1 ranked hockey team in the country this year?  Oh yes, that's right, we're AWESOME!  And I'm so so so excited, I love BU Hockey.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, the Bean Pot Finals are on Monday night!  At which time we will win our 28th (i believe) Bean Pot title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schneider, Schneider (even though you graduated) YOU SUCK! Sieve Sieve Sieve Sieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing Boston something terrible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-3247237351436334443?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3247237351436334443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=3247237351436334443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3247237351436334443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3247237351436334443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3247237351436334443' title='Can hardly contain...'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-5281554268211320215</id><published>2009-02-05T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:45:55.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"Don't shoot babies when they're unarmed"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-5281554268211320215?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5281554268211320215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=5281554268211320215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5281554268211320215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5281554268211320215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5281554268211320215' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-275697542908461892</id><published>2009-02-03T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:41:39.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day.</title><content type='html'>I've been sleeping in... more than is normal for me.&lt;div&gt;But I started the day in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              After lunch, the warm weather enticed me to sit and read on the dock.  And it was loverly. I'm reading Francis Chan's "Crazy Love" and it was the perfect setting in which to read the first chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later... after dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that I wanted to have frozen yogurt.  So I coaxed Jen into traveling with me to ghetto Dinuba for some TCBY... which turned out to be at the Texaco.  It was a great diversion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-275697542908461892?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/275697542908461892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=275697542908461892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/275697542908461892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/275697542908461892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#275697542908461892' title='just another day.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-5191552734769689892</id><published>2009-01-30T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:29:56.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and Taxes</title><content type='html'>You know it's sad when you decide you'd rather do your taxes than go to work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've checked into Hotel Help for a Mental Vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-5191552734769689892?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5191552734769689892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=5191552734769689892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5191552734769689892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5191552734769689892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5191552734769689892' title='Death and Taxes'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-7005554952949581060</id><published>2009-01-26T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:42:22.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>I totally have a thing for Liv's brother! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-7005554952949581060?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7005554952949581060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=7005554952949581060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7005554952949581060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7005554952949581060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7005554952949581060' title='Crush'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-693919001169738729</id><published>2009-01-26T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:39:58.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Variation or Shadow of Turning</title><content type='html'>The morning started when I took Firefly into the body shop and picked up Norma for a drive around the town.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up not sure of even leaving; the fresh snow bode danger on the drive.  I was wrong. So wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We, my not so fair weather friend Heather and I (don't worry, I know what I mean, and so does she) headed to lunch at Betsy's Sandwich bar in Uncle Harry's bagel shop.  Sooooo good.  Then we browsed Fashion Fair for a few things before heading to Target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A series of miracles, small joyfilled miracles began.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Heather found that she had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;more money on a gift card than she thought.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*And then we went to get free Starbucks.  While encountering some of the nicest and most fun coffee house service I've ever had, we both tried new drinks that we each loved.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We went to Borders where we let ourselves spend 10$. I found a book of fairy tales written by Oscar Wilde.  .. to top that off: When I passed the music section a CD caught my eye.  and I randomly thought to purchase it.  a 5$ CD of a band I had never heard before.  I hemmed and hawed, and after convincing bought it, only to find that I had 5$ credit at borders.  So it was free.  And I love the CD! It's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We then went and saw a movie for free.  We saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bride Wars&lt;/span&gt;, which was good but not great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*off to dinner at Josh's house for quesadillas, then to trader joes!! for fun healthy food! I love it!, More Starbucks (where we ALMOST got the pick of the week early.. if they hadn't been lost), and then took a detour home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*and then to top it ALL of... WE SAW A LION on our way home.  Driving up the hill we were convinced we saw a Lion take down a deer.  Being the females we are, of course, we turned around and made sure... We totally saw a Lion! How cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.  so that was the day. and it was great. and much needed. God is good, and every good and perfect gift comes from Him... and today was a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-693919001169738729?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/693919001169738729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=693919001169738729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/693919001169738729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/693919001169738729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#693919001169738729' title='No Variation or Shadow of Turning'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-344911172344813452</id><published>2009-01-25T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:21:53.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syrup</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't you know it...?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just ate a pancake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I ate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm not who I thought I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-344911172344813452?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/344911172344813452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=344911172344813452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/344911172344813452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/344911172344813452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#344911172344813452' title='Syrup'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-484920356670014240</id><published>2009-01-22T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:01:11.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When you're dreaming of a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part." -John Mayer</title><content type='html'>I think this is a lie; rather, sleeping is the hardest part.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather drain my energy, clinging to the last breath of conscious wake.  Slumber brings pain and welcomes unwelcome tears.  The watch-guards take a break and my mind is flooded with anguish, salty anguish.  No, sleep is worse than waking up.  Or rather, falling asleep is worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, while I've been eluding those moments these days I find that the lack of sleep bodes worse for my soul.  The faculties of caution and filters on my heart are even thiner than their usual opaque. Raw emotion paralyzes me from functioning.  The awareness that I'm nothing, that I live alone and unseen, that God is the only (except in those moments I forget God) washes my face anew with a river of loneliness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there is rock bottom.  And my mind poetically wonders if that's why people drink their scotch on the rocks.  And if scotch is like tape that people use to hide and fix their wounds.  Menial, temporary adhesive bandages that don't leave room for true healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-from a girl wondering where she really is in the scheme of things, because there is honestly little for which she can complain.&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/7890741828886437-484920356670014240?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/484920356670014240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=484920356670014240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/484920356670014240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/484920356670014240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#484920356670014240' title='&quot;When you&apos;re dreaming of a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part.&quot; -John Mayer'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-1539386765094931420</id><published>2009-01-22T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:38:46.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well, since you didn't ask...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm treading lightly in fog.  Vision blurry, clinging to the hope of "after."  I don't know what to do after. What will I have left waiting, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7890741828886437-1539386765094931420?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1539386765094931420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=1539386765094931420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1539386765094931420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1539386765094931420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1539386765094931420' title='well, since you didn&apos;t ask...'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-6590066485192693057</id><published>2009-01-22T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:54:34.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a switch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Psalm 6:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" I am worn out from groaning; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all night long I flood my bed with weeping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and drench my couch with tears."&lt;br /&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/7890741828886437-6590066485192693057?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6590066485192693057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=6590066485192693057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6590066485192693057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6590066485192693057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6590066485192693057' title='Like a switch.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-7289078627943112616</id><published>2009-01-21T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:04:31.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXgaMUE5Z3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/m6eAY4_XZeI/s1600-h/Two+Window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXgaMUE5Z3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/m6eAY4_XZeI/s400/Two+Window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294010160824018802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXgaMbVajoI/AAAAAAAAADs/Hn-qobyHPr4/s1600-h/One+Window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXgaMbVajoI/AAAAAAAAADs/Hn-qobyHPr4/s400/One+Window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294010162772348546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;DVD Studio Pro.&lt;br /&gt;Final Cut.&lt;br /&gt;and caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do I need, I mean really, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.  God. and sleep.  and maybe food. maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-7289078627943112616?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7289078627943112616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=7289078627943112616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7289078627943112616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7289078627943112616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7289078627943112616' title='My Life'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXgaMUE5Z3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/m6eAY4_XZeI/s72-c/Two+Window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-4332605131580013224</id><published>2009-01-19T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T04:18:45.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXRuVbnJ2XI/AAAAAAAAADk/nmbByMeWHGs/s1600-h/DVD+pic.jpg"&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/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXRuVbnJ2XI/AAAAAAAAADk/nmbByMeWHGs/s400/DVD+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292976776535464306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here, waiting for a DVD to burn. Yet another late night at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how some nights it can be 7pm and you think it's 11.  And other nights, you look at the clock and think: Holey Moley!  I thought it was 11!  and its really 4am...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I found myself experiencing the latter.  Which is by far preferable.  I find that i'm much more productive these nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: Church tonight, or yesterday, was really good.  It was good to be reminded that only God looks at the heart, and that there is always the possibility of misunderstanding with people. It made me less frustrated with the present sense that no one here sees my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on this whole selflessness thing...however I still seem to fail at every step...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99% done now... I should be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-4332605131580013224?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4332605131580013224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=4332605131580013224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4332605131580013224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4332605131580013224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4332605131580013224' title='Late Night'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXRuVbnJ2XI/AAAAAAAAADk/nmbByMeWHGs/s72-c/DVD+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-3639721688413366714</id><published>2009-01-18T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:23:19.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Forrest Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want to run away, &lt;br /&gt;.. to the shore...&lt;br /&gt;....to the buildings...&lt;br /&gt;.....to life outside these shadows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free,&lt;br /&gt;.....from the pretense&lt;br /&gt;....from the pain&lt;br /&gt;..from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run free my darling,&lt;br /&gt;and run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-3639721688413366714?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3639721688413366714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=3639721688413366714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3639721688413366714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3639721688413366714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3639721688413366714' title='Run Forrest Run'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-50956443475522793</id><published>2009-01-16T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:07:45.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was a day gifted to me by a loving God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day getting an estimate on my car after hitting the snow birm, and then the real fun started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed a cup of coffee with a poppyseed muffin at the Revue in the tower district.  I tried to read there, but thought I better try to catch up with my friends from Boston, to no avail.  So I headed to Fashion Fair where I proceeded to try on things I could never see myself wearing, like a purple jean mini skirt.  and here's the thing: I loved it!  I think I could pull it off, and I was very tempted to purchase it.  But seeing as there is no place for me to wear it, it seemed a waste.  ( I have pictures, but that might be scandalous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh met me right about now in the story and we walked around and looked for funny hats and fun T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXDd3IBAlbI/AAAAAAAAADU/9IdammWf2Ac/s1600-h/DSC07541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXDd3IBAlbI/AAAAAAAAADU/9IdammWf2Ac/s400/DSC07541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291973501274592690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXDd25O73lI/AAAAAAAAADM/xtzuiKYX0C4/s1600-h/DSC07542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXDd25O73lI/AAAAAAAAADM/xtzuiKYX0C4/s400/DSC07542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291973497306472018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Then I met Rachel!  I love Rachel.  We went to Chick-filet (Where we saw Melody! YAY!)  At Chick-filet, one of the young men who worked there approached the two of us and asked us if we would like our beverages refreshed, and if he could clear our trays for us.  Is this normal fast food employee behavior? or did he just want to talk to us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Bath and Body Works, and Target, and Dinner (w/Josh) and then Grocery Shopping.  Now, at Target, Rachel and I were in the nail polish/facewash area, and this obnoxious employee kept asking Rachel questions and generally bothering her.  When I told Rach that I was heading to the next Isle, the employee proceeded to ask : "Is your daughter looking for facewash?"  Poor Rachel had to try not to laugh... Now do I look like her daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXIsXjOZkuI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZEupHgEYz9U/s1600-h/DSC07548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXIsXjOZkuI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZEupHgEYz9U/s400/DSC07548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292341295218004706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day ended with Coffee and super encouraging conversation that reminds you who you are, who God wants you to be, and how hard and worthwhile the inbetween is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-50956443475522793?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/50956443475522793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=50956443475522793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/50956443475522793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/50956443475522793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#50956443475522793' title='A day off!'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SXDd3IBAlbI/AAAAAAAAADU/9IdammWf2Ac/s72-c/DSC07541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-7656089930248523459</id><published>2009-01-10T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:15:44.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Up</title><content type='html'>Cause it seems I get so hung up on&lt;br /&gt;The history and what's gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;And the hope of a new day&lt;br /&gt;Is sometimes hard to see &lt;br /&gt;And though I'm finally catching onto it&lt;br /&gt;And now the past is just a conduit&lt;br /&gt;And the light there at the end is where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be prosperous&lt;br /&gt;Would not require much of me&lt;br /&gt;You see contentment is the one thing it entails&lt;br /&gt;To be content with where I am&lt;br /&gt;And getting where I need to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving past the past&lt;br /&gt;Where I have failed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-7656089930248523459?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7656089930248523459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=7656089930248523459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7656089930248523459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7656089930248523459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7656089930248523459' title='Up and Up'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-5093702770132925081</id><published>2009-01-09T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:21:31.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke</title><content type='html'>Why are things the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;Who to be to make them better.&lt;br /&gt;Clouded thoughts that bite and scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home today in my car, that song came on the radio.  You know, the one that's really fun to belt out loud even though you never really know what he's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the words seem appropriate... loss, anger, pretense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the time the world is ending&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I am done pretending&lt;br /&gt;Too much time, too long defending&lt;br /&gt;You and I are done pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I &lt;br /&gt;Had any more to give&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me so far&lt;br /&gt;Here I am without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-5093702770132925081?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5093702770132925081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=5093702770132925081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5093702770132925081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5093702770132925081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5093702770132925081' title='Karaoke'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-1929816887986280065</id><published>2009-01-08T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:16:15.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat and Mouse</title><content type='html'>There are colors you can't see, &lt;br /&gt;and notes indistinct that mark this soul.&lt;br /&gt;The dressings of exterior mar interior&lt;br /&gt;Don't presume to know. &lt;br /&gt;Don't presume to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;br /&gt;and I'm done&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a wall.&lt;br /&gt;A decorated one.&lt;br /&gt;And a ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find it. and Find in. &lt;br /&gt;Lose it and Lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-1929816887986280065?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1929816887986280065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=1929816887986280065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1929816887986280065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1929816887986280065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1929816887986280065' title='Cat and Mouse'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-2041881151516146288</id><published>2009-01-05T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:48:07.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.a week.</title><content type='html'>It's been one of those weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The week that feels like a month.  &lt;br /&gt;The week without days, just events.&lt;br /&gt;Filled with a plethora of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Filled with the pain of loss and stress.&lt;br /&gt;The week that leaves you weak.&lt;br /&gt;That makes you weep.&lt;br /&gt;That steals your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, It's been one of those weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd like to take that, and fold it up in a fancy design, and put it in my pocket.In my pocket it will go.  And I will go. And it will go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it would be if so it could be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-2041881151516146288?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2041881151516146288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=2041881151516146288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2041881151516146288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/2041881151516146288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2041881151516146288' title='.a week.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8770941568902139480</id><published>2009-01-01T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:54:36.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Update Tradition</title><content type='html'>The Idea:  The first sentence from the first blog of every month; year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: It's been quite an incredible holiday season so far...&lt;br /&gt;February: I had a great weekend this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;March: Today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;April: I think yes. yes. emotional week. and yet. I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;May: It's been a while. With good reason.&lt;br /&gt;June: No Entry&lt;br /&gt;July: Odd day, Odd weekend really.&lt;br /&gt;August: No Entry&lt;br /&gt;September: No Entry&lt;br /&gt;October:  I love walking down the boulevard of a populated area.&lt;br /&gt;November: But where are the Elks? I haven't seen any.&lt;br /&gt;December:There's nothing that makes me happier--than realizing just how far God has taken me, and just how much He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag! You're It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those historian people.  The kind that have trouble focusing on what's to come, because they keep their heads stuck in the past.  Not that we don't think upon the future, just that it doesn't impact the present very much.  So, when I'm approached by a new year, I hardly think about the exciting things to come, or the promise of the future.  Rather, I get nostalgic, almost sad and reminiscent as I think upon the past year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I leave you with this thought:  Look at the stars.  I've been blessed to see some amazing starry nights before, but none as incredible as this evening.  It reminded me that Abraham must have a lot of children....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8770941568902139480?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8770941568902139480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8770941568902139480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8770941568902139480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8770941568902139480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8770941568902139480' title='Annual Update Tradition'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-30330744644316320</id><published>2008-12-27T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:49:23.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm Mmmm Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SVZopwvOlCI/AAAAAAAAADE/Vu4t1OHFTRk/s1600-h/IMG_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SVZopwvOlCI/AAAAAAAAADE/Vu4t1OHFTRk/s400/IMG_0863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284526279432770594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siblings in the hottub. Christmas Night&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/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SVZoM7mIg9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/IRSHj4GiPb8/s1600-h/IMG_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SVZoM7mIg9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/IRSHj4GiPb8/s400/IMG_0846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284525784131208146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pumpkin Pie! oh, and Liesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SVZnawU9t-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/UFHv1S4p5mg/s1600-h/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SVZnawU9t-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/UFHv1S4p5mg/s400/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284524922112948194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family Portrait:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those hats we are wearing come from family British tradition.  "Christmas Poppers"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top to Bottom, Left to Right, Daddy, Uncle Eric, Brooke, Liesa, Sylvia, Me, Shaw&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Christmas Day in Palm Springs.  So much fun to have a spontaneous family adventure.  We opened presents, ate wonderful food, enjoyed the jacuzzi,  played the traditional family game of Taboo.  My dad played!!! When my sister told me my dad said he would play, i asked her if she had him sign a contract.  And she had tried! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On Boxing day, we all went to Cabazon and went on a 7 person family shopping extravaganza.  Our family moves like molasses.  No one makes any decisions.  And then we had lunch at BJs.  It was great.&lt;br /&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/7890741828886437-30330744644316320?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/30330744644316320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=30330744644316320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/30330744644316320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/30330744644316320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#30330744644316320' title='Mmmm Mmmm Christmas.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SVZopwvOlCI/AAAAAAAAADE/Vu4t1OHFTRk/s72-c/IMG_0863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-5905856274789208734</id><published>2008-12-24T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:15:37.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craaazy</title><content type='html'>Weird People.  But they're my people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Scratch that. Tonight, we expect snow in Lake Arrowhead.&lt;br /&gt;Some might say, what divine timing! What providence!&lt;br /&gt;A white Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Tuch household. &lt;br /&gt;Today, Christmas Eve, I got a call on my way home. &lt;br /&gt;"We've decided to use our timeshare, we're going to do Christmas in Palm Dessert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.  We're fleeing the white Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm cool with that.  I'm excited. We get to do a family vacation of sorts for Christmas! and we haven't had one of those since the Family Vacation Catastrophe of '99.  I trust this one will be wonderful. How could it not be! It's Christmas!  I love it when plans change in a "spontaneous adventure" sort of way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what we make it.  Make it joyful. Live in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-5905856274789208734?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5905856274789208734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=5905856274789208734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5905856274789208734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5905856274789208734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#5905856274789208734' title='Craaazy'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-3401850069276197501</id><published>2008-12-23T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:50:00.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>creatings nothing new it's just recycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px solid;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:G-lORutk3gBhyM:http://bp0.blogger.com/_E8y0xCOh-L0/SGpS4j42PFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/PqmJHVjY4RU/s320/RelientK-TheBirdAndTheBeeSides.jpg" width="118" height="118" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Relient K's New Album &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Bird and the BeeSides"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time and time again, God uses their witty lyrics to speak into my life, to encourage me forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go&lt;br /&gt;Where do I stand&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find myself again&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go&lt;br /&gt;If not disappear&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracin'  My steps right back to you&lt;br /&gt;Racin'  The clock to save an hour or two&lt;br /&gt;Facin'  The fact I can't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;Dealin' With what I can't control&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' Confused 'cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;If healing Is when you don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We all, we all wear dignity&lt;br /&gt;It covers the strong, the weak&lt;br /&gt;We all, we all wear dignity&lt;br /&gt;Even the last, the lost, the least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step into a spacious place&lt;br /&gt;Where pride and right will give way&lt;br /&gt;To the least of these&lt;br /&gt;To know the face&lt;br /&gt;Of who a man can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all, we all wear dignity&lt;br /&gt;God help the blind like me&lt;br /&gt;Finding at last a voice we cry&lt;br /&gt;And see with clear unblinking eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found a list of flaws,&lt;br /&gt;That I saw in myself and other people,&lt;br /&gt;And I threw it away because... Bon Voyage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it all falls apart,&lt;br /&gt;And you can't see the forest for the symmetries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice to know, that the lining is silver.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice to know, that we're golden.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we're golden, oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Clinging to the remnants of perfection&lt;br /&gt;Like most do after they break it&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing which directions the correct one&lt;br /&gt;Do I discard or remake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I don’t know then I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;But I may know someone that knows me more than I&lt;br /&gt;And if I somehow could rest this soul&lt;br /&gt;Maybe control could find its way back to my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm a human being&lt;br /&gt;Being happy and sane&lt;br /&gt;All human beings&lt;br /&gt;We are made to quit being inhumane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yesterday was not quite what it could've been&lt;br /&gt;As were most of all the days before&lt;br /&gt;But I swear today with every breath I'm breathing in&lt;br /&gt;I'll be trying to make it so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it seems I get so hung up on&lt;br /&gt;The history of what's gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;That the hope of a new day is sometimes hard to see&lt;br /&gt;But I'm finally catching on to it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the past is just a conduit&lt;br /&gt;And the light there at the end is where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just trying to be&lt;br /&gt;A better version of me for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have, all that I could ever need&lt;br /&gt;The confidence of knowing there's still time&lt;br /&gt;Time to make amends and try to build a better me&lt;br /&gt;And to take the right steps as this road unwinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on acting like I'm perfect&lt;br /&gt;I advise you all to do the same&lt;br /&gt;Perfection's rare&lt;br /&gt;So the last time I checked&lt;br /&gt;We've all been introduced to feeling ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the way things were&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the way things should be&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm certain but I'm not so sure&lt;br /&gt;If I'll turn my back as soon as God lets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When me and You, subtract the latter&lt;br /&gt;Equals nothing really matters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me sure, in the midst&lt;br /&gt;Of heartbreak and turbulence&lt;br /&gt;That my spirit soars becacuse its Yours&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the person I became&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to make sure I never become that way again&lt;br /&gt;Cause who I am hates who I've been&lt;br /&gt;Who I am hates who I've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stole so much from me and there is nothing left to take&lt;br /&gt;Save a heart, learn a lesson on how to not make the same mistake&lt;br /&gt;And you may be delirious but that is something that will fade&lt;br /&gt;After you confess that this mess is all something that you made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO GOOD!&lt;br /&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/7890741828886437-3401850069276197501?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3401850069276197501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=3401850069276197501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3401850069276197501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3401850069276197501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3401850069276197501' title='creatings nothing new it&apos;s just recycling'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-5507342010909491183</id><published>2008-12-22T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:54:54.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work sum mo'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SVBt9QwYkqI/AAAAAAAAACs/JKAeHJoe_eY/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SVBt9QwYkqI/AAAAAAAAACs/JKAeHJoe_eY/s400/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282843262142943906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting here at work... messy hair and all, waiting for the motion project to export. What fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I decided it would be good to take a break from work.. like a half day sabbath.  But, would you guess? My sleeping schedule is wiggedy wack.  So I stayed up listening to my new music. Best of 2008 (thanks Darin), Jon Troast (thanks Nathan), and Relient K! (thank you God).  A whole post dedicated to Relient K will be soon coming.  I just need ample time to sit through the album.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh look! The Video is done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happynus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-5507342010909491183?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5507342010909491183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=5507342010909491183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5507342010909491183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5507342010909491183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#5507342010909491183' title='Work sum mo&apos;'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SVBt9QwYkqI/AAAAAAAAACs/JKAeHJoe_eY/s72-c/Photo+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-1850054310618205513</id><published>2008-12-21T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:08:04.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8gBICZUxI/AAAAAAAAACk/C0UJx02-XYw/s1600-h/DSC07268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8gBICZUxI/AAAAAAAAACk/C0UJx02-XYw/s400/DSC07268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282476091638371090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8aDRYZu8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/C4iyHvs6nyw/s1600-h/DSC07390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8aDRYZu8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/C4iyHvs6nyw/s400/DSC07390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282469531436563394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8Y_JV7F6I/AAAAAAAAABs/2i_fxaI9TOk/s1600-h/DSC07435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8Y_JV7F6I/AAAAAAAAABs/2i_fxaI9TOk/s400/DSC07435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282468361047578530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Do I even have to mention how cool Kyle and I are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Disneyland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Union Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;San Francisco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.In an elevator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad about the elevator bouncers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully.  Be full of hope.  My blogs will soon be less boring. and more Picturesque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7890741828886437-1850054310618205513?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1850054310618205513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=1850054310618205513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1850054310618205513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1850054310618205513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1850054310618205513' title='Long Overdue Pictures...'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8gBICZUxI/AAAAAAAAACk/C0UJx02-XYw/s72-c/DSC07268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-6477729475896922570</id><published>2008-12-20T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T03:03:59.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>Tonight I walked home from work in the wee hours of the morning...&lt;div&gt;and at 2am. the stars are brilliant. quite brilliant.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and  it came to me: they are the true Christmas Lights and God the true decorator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it made me grateful: grateful for this place, for my God, for the blessings of my surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a clear, beautiful night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-6477729475896922570?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6477729475896922570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=6477729475896922570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6477729475896922570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6477729475896922570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6477729475896922570' title='Christmas Lights'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-6061424559155526536</id><published>2008-12-10T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:24:19.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>I've been better.&lt;br /&gt;But today I've been better than I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Relient K: Who I am hates who I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where I've been and look forward to be better days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn to trust that He who began a good work is faithful to complete.  I only wish to be a better me.  Because I haven't felt like me at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-6061424559155526536?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6061424559155526536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=6061424559155526536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6061424559155526536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6061424559155526536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6061424559155526536' title='Better'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-2687906196492105119</id><published>2008-12-07T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:06:20.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing that makes me happier..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;--than realizing just how far God has taken me, and just how much He loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--than seeing a child's face light up--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--than seeing a need and meeting it--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--than spending an evening in good company--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--than learning more and more of who people really are--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--than hearing the perfect song at the perfect moment--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--than wanting to dance, and feeling like it's okay--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--than acting like a fool and having people enjoy it--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--than feeling like me, and liking it--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----and while I suppose these contradict themselves--some probably make me happier than others--in the moment, absolutely nothing could make me happier---- &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/7890741828886437-2687906196492105119?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-3142521165533972943</id><published>2008-11-27T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:17:16.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the week</title><content type='html'>Waking up at 5am everyday to have fofcee (coffee) with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the village and enjoying "home," oatmeal raisin cookies, and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Costco with my mom just for toothpaste and dishwasher detergent... the day before Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-3142521165533972943?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3142521165533972943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=3142521165533972943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3142521165533972943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3142521165533972943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3142521165533972943' title='the week'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-6647999483860635979</id><published>2008-11-25T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:14:06.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Looking back at what God did in college... I forgot that he started a lot of my transformation in HS.  Below is a poem I found that reminds me that I have always disliked America. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A poem written in HS.  Brought to you by... my journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anonymous Love Poem to America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;America, Home of the conflicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I love your special touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way the people run about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buying things a bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Consuming food and clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and losing jobs and pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holding no convictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always going with the Ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the way your lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and can't focus on today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Needing to fix others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not in the U.S. way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh how I love America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truly different yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From all the other nations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who can ask for something less.&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/7890741828886437-6647999483860635979?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6647999483860635979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=6647999483860635979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6647999483860635979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6647999483860635979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6647999483860635979' title='Change'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-4841812854976301843</id><published>2008-11-25T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:40:46.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Strange About Being Home?</title><content type='html'>1.   Instantly assuming all of my friends are in a different time-zone.  &lt;div&gt;2.  Thinking it's Christmas. When else would I be home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Being told to drink wine by my parents, who know I'm on contract.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-4841812854976301843?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4841812854976301843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=4841812854976301843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4841812854976301843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/4841812854976301843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4841812854976301843' title='What&apos;s Strange About Being Home?'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-5726868604213074909</id><published>2008-11-24T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:23:13.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Journey: Don't Stop_ believing.</title><content type='html'>My tires hit the road at 5:15 am to begin my trek home.  Giving into fancy, or curiosity, or what have you, I decided to take the 245.  My only experience with the 245 being my escapade to vote, I was anxious to see what the road had to offer.  As the heaviness of the night lifted and the beautiful stars (so beautiful they could be fake) vanished, I was surprised to find what unravelled before me.  I traveled through thick forests, speckled with the vibrant colors of fall, through rolling hills of green, past the hills to the vineyards, from the vineyards to the orchards, and from the orchards into a thick fog that covered the morning.  It struck me how beautiful a well kept orchard is.  How rows and rows of trees can be so striking, even though they weren't created by God in lines.  Part of me cries: shouldn't they be more beautiful when left to live as God made them! But then it hits me: Perhaps they are beautiful as an archetype of man fulfilling his purpose and maintaining the land as best he knows.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to this fog.  Thick fog.  I've never known driving through fog on a freeway.  My only experience has been in mountains.  I only had one moment where I thought of pulling over  But I continued forth and was only 15-20 minutes late for my breakfast date with Linda.  By this time, my tummy had been awake for nearly 4 hours and was ready for sustenance.  Though the burger tempted me, I decided to try the new Tuscan Grilled Chicken Sandwich.  Which is sun-dried tomatoes, crisp romaine lettuce, melted provolone cheese, pesto sauce, a toasted bun, and of course, grilled chicken. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then.... dun dun dun duuuuuuuuh!  DISNEYLAND!  What better way to break up a trip home than a stop by my favorite place on earth (and by that I mean top 10). Huzzah!  This stop, whiles short, rocked my socks off.   I decided to ride one ride.  My favorite ride.  The Hollywood Tower of Terror of course.  So, I picked up a fast pass and headed to Disneyland where I enjoyed  listening to dixie land music for a while.  I love to take in the ambiance of the place.  and yes for all you BMT folks out there. I did just say ambiance. I also really enjoyed watching a mutoscope of Charlie Chaplin which is before even the kinescope in the film/tv world.  Super cool.  Then I went and enjoyed the ride. So so so much.  We're talking ear to ear smiles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called Mandy and caught up a bit by phone as I braved the CA freeways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then home to my family.  where it feels good to know I'm loved. even though they know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture from my trip to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-5726868604213074909?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5726868604213074909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=5726868604213074909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5726868604213074909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5726868604213074909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5726868604213074909' title='Road Journey: Don&apos;t Stop_ believing.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-111485761684086220</id><published>2008-11-21T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:01:11.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What, who how.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Name that movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun is warm. The grass is green.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer only important when ask right question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question:   Who has God made me to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer:   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;insert&gt;Insert processing bar here.&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question:  How do I glorify God with who I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer:   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working on that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-111485761684086220?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/111485761684086220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=111485761684086220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/111485761684086220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/111485761684086220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#111485761684086220' title='What, who how.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-7085440445907288366</id><published>2008-11-13T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:43:07.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*to just be*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;50/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Introvert/Extrovert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The coin has flipped. The introvert has hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find myself less open to share, less willing to open up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More likely to sit alone, more likely to think before speaking, more likely to stay quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels like... like I need to be a different person.  For myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....and I want to be.          mostly.&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;I'm excited to enjoy life, to love people well, to express myself in living, to be...&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&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/7890741828886437-7085440445907288366?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7085440445907288366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=7085440445907288366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7085440445907288366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/7085440445907288366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7085440445907288366' title='*to just be*'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-2866896367868467676</id><published>2008-11-09T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:20:42.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Person Narrative</title><content type='html'>Sarah is sick of living life on egg shells trying not to break them. &lt;div&gt;She tries to earn love by being as good, unobtrusive, responsible, supportive as she can be.&lt;div&gt;She knows it doesn't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is tired of it not working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus was perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was betrayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah hates that betrayal is ever looming, potentially unearned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah can't help but keep trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe living on egg shells will decrease the odds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someone will love her when she cracks the eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omelet anyone?&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/7890741828886437-2866896367868467676?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2866896367868467676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-2856216642206423015</id><published>2008-11-06T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:07:56.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>misdirected and rejected&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        left to die disconnected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unrequited, unaffected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        disregardedly ejected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interlocked made dejected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      found, detected and infected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broken pieces then collected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        re-elected to correct it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                  resurrected and perfected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hebrews 4:16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Hope'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8474153497256596925</id><published>2008-11-05T22:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:18:24.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>Remember&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5th of November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8474153497256596925?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8893655289248550470</id><published>2008-11-04T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:31:17.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>as the tears streak down my face I'm reminded that all is not lost.&lt;div&gt;in fact, nothing is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've yet to learn to truly trust here. few have truly sought it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can feel it looming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it terrifies me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trust can hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8893655289248550470?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8893655289248550470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8893655289248550470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8893655289248550470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/8893655289248550470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8893655289248550470' title='Trust'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-5360093896998672765</id><published>2008-11-01T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:10:14.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elk Grove.</title><content type='html'>But where are the Elks?  I haven't seen any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with MB and JoRo, watching a movie, after an adventuresome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept into a breakfast of French Toast, Sausage, and fried eggs. Yummy in my tummy.  Then headed off to Ikea. While MB may have considered the trip unsuccesful, mainly because we walked away with next to nothing, it was still quite fun.  I enjoyed my first and second cup of coffee there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, since everything revoloves around food, we went to Chipotle. Mmm Mmm Good.  Three vegetarian burritos comin' our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Ross's.  I feel like we were there for years. I didn't look seriously at anything I feel... but I did get to catch up with a good friend from college with whom I used to lead small group for two years.  Sometimes it's funny how you don't realize how much you miss someone until they recross your path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we drove into Ross's we had noticed that the local Mervins was going out of business.  So I coerced the girls into letting me go in real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it's been raining all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we drove across the parking lot and walked to Mervins.  After looking around for a bit, we headed outside where the heavens had really started to let loose.  We crowded under JoRo's umbrella and walked to the car.  And that's when we realized:       the key's were locked in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it became apparent that a spare key was not easy to grasp, we called AAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours, 10 minutes, a mixed up dispatcher location,  3 coffees, 2 trips to the bathroom, 2 inches of rain, and 9 movie purchases later we were in the car and off to Dinner at the K's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;br /&gt;   a&lt;br /&gt;Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-5360093896998672765?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5360093896998672765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=5360093896998672765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5360093896998672765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/5360093896998672765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5360093896998672765' title='Elk Grove.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-6587586837799934055</id><published>2008-10-31T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:52:04.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bare My Soul</title><content type='html'>I want to paint my soul and inspire people to study it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be searched, sought out, valued, known (if not understood).&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, If I were brush strokes on a canvas, someone would turn their head and look.&lt;br /&gt;Art doesn't speak or seek to be known.&lt;br /&gt;It Simply is.          It innately captures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-6587586837799934055?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6587586837799934055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=6587586837799934055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6587586837799934055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/6587586837799934055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6587586837799934055' title='Bare My Soul'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-7642141090667470678</id><published>2008-10-31T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:49:46.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>Today I shared a big insecurity of mine with a deaf man,. and I don't know why I needed to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-7642141090667470678?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-8922667572616348495</id><published>2008-10-31T20:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:48:45.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Reminder</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was duplicating CDs and was reminded: "Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to take Him at His Word"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-8922667572616348495?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8922667572616348495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=8922667572616348495' 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in...</title><content type='html'>I will now continue my blog from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-3401796612468148090?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3401796612468148090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=3401796612468148090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3401796612468148090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/3401796612468148090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3401796612468148090' title='I gave in...'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890741828886437.post-1304536247108642675</id><published>2008-10-25T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:37:05.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For now.</title><content type='html'>You can read my blog at &lt;a href="http://slynnt.livejournal.com"&gt;slynnt.livejournal.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy. or don't. Your call I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890741828886437-1304536247108642675?l=slynnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1304536247108642675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890741828886437&amp;postID=1304536247108642675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1304536247108642675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890741828886437/posts/default/1304536247108642675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnt.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1304536247108642675' title='For now.'/><author><name>slynnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182594624087205230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrA9sDS3drQ/SU8es_DSQMI/AAAAAAAAACM/02Tr5PD22SM/S220/DSC07249_Turned.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
