<?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-29007952</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:43:56.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of a Red Letter girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-4429570589104861428</id><published>2010-03-01T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:08:33.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crave on</title><content type='html'>It's been one full month (Feb 1 - March 1) that I started this wonderful meatless journey. It's been interesting to say the least. Nothing has been really grotty or spit out disgusting so that's a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have cravings. Things like pepperoni pizza...Wendy's Chicken Sandwiches, ice cream, so I'm human. We went to P.F. Changs last night and I really wanted the Mongoloian Beef. I had tofu - which was really amazing and the sauces...so great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else major to report - no baby yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-4429570589104861428?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4429570589104861428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=4429570589104861428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4429570589104861428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4429570589104861428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/crave-on.html' title='Crave on'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2082712573222253269</id><published>2010-02-22T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:07:42.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One month with no cheese.</title><content type='html'>I started this journey on 2/1/10 and it's now 2/22/10 and I've been doing this for three full weeks. Entering my fourth week - I am happy to say that my Safeway has started carrying Gardein -  it's the chicken that's not chicken. It's really good and low fat, etc. It is the same price as Whole Foods as well - which is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you have a spreadsheet - I've lost 8 lbs so far. I'm pretty happy with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2082712573222253269?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2082712573222253269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2082712573222253269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2082712573222253269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2082712573222253269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-month-with-no-cheese.html' title='One month with no cheese.'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5978586519739317918</id><published>2010-02-20T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:04:31.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three cheers for Almond Milk</title><content type='html'>Giving up milk was not too hard for me. I have always loved milk but as long as there are adequate substitutes, it was fine. I found something really good - Almond Milk! I think it's new - at least the carton says it is - but it's from Blue Diamond and it's very creamy and smooth. I love it on ceral (Life, Cap'n Crunch) or in my coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah for Almond Milk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5978586519739317918?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5978586519739317918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5978586519739317918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5978586519739317918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5978586519739317918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-cheers-for-almond-milk.html' title='Three cheers for Almond Milk'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2668621846534280198</id><published>2010-02-18T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:23:50.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuties R 4 Kids!</title><content type='html'>I am at the tail end of week three of this obedience journey. It has been really good for me - as I've wanted to give up several times, but somehow, the strength to continue goes on! It's weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a Cutie kick - you know the little California mandarin oranges.Today I ate four at one sitting. This is huge for me because I normally do NOT like fruit...so, Cuties have me wrapped around their juicy orange shell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased some homemade Vegan, Oreo type cookies on Etsy - and they are delish! I am happy to have these little sweets to help curb the lack of cheese &amp; chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing by far is the spicy "chicken" from Boca. I mentioned before that I'm worried about my carb intake, and still am a bit worried. It has gone up of course because I can eat rice, pasta and most breads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey continues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2668621846534280198?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2668621846534280198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2668621846534280198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2668621846534280198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2668621846534280198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuties-r-4-kids.html' title='Cuties R 4 Kids!'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2015099953740583062</id><published>2010-02-14T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:53:15.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing and a Miss by the Naked Baby</title><content type='html'>For those of us without - V-day sucks. Tonight, though...my family is indulging my Vegan lifestyle and we're all going to the Teapot Vegetarian Restaurant in Redmond. It's 100% vegan and their menu looks really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my family and happy that tomorrow is a holiday - and not Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2015099953740583062?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2015099953740583062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2015099953740583062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2015099953740583062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2015099953740583062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/swing-and-miss-by-naked-baby.html' title='Swing and a Miss by the Naked Baby'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2730917597793750580</id><published>2010-02-11T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:08:15.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a first of many</title><content type='html'>Last night was not a good night. I had a sweet potato for dinner and thought that was enough. Half way through Fergie's agility class my blood sugar dropped and I got the cold sweats and shakes. So I left early and went to Burger King for a large diet coke and (wait for it...) some french fries. At this point I didn't care if the fries were fried in animal oil...I needed something down my gullet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited about 10 minutes and started to feel better. I didn't plan well. I usually have nuts or something in my purse but had ran out. I felt guilty but also felt like my body was screaming for food and I had to do whatever I could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self...a sweet potato for dinner is NOT enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...we move forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2730917597793750580?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2730917597793750580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2730917597793750580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2730917597793750580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2730917597793750580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-of-many.html' title='a first of many'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2026490560325656378</id><published>2010-02-10T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:18:39.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go-to foods</title><content type='html'>I've found that I have to keep some go-to foods around in case of cravings. These include my sourdough bread, peanut butter and granola bars. It also helps if what I fix for lunch/dinner is disgusting...these are my go-to foods. I must have these around or else I think I'll feel desperate and want to cheat. So far though, I've not wanted to cheat - and everything I've prepared thus far has been awesome. Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found tempeh at Whole Foods that I really love. It's a different kind of soy bean protein that is really good when "fried" up crispy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2026490560325656378?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2026490560325656378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2026490560325656378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2026490560325656378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2026490560325656378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/go-to-foods.html' title='Go-to foods'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5217823003792204894</id><published>2010-02-08T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:07:12.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week #1</title><content type='html'>Week one is in the books. I am celebrating by eating spaghetti with TVP - first time - but I am looking forward to a new taste experience! I am down 3 pounds too. That's what I get for not eating cheese for a week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some butter may have snuck into the week - at certain times. But, like my mom says, I will let grace fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for following along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5217823003792204894?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5217823003792204894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5217823003792204894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5217823003792204894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5217823003792204894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/week-1.html' title='Week #1'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-1904534745225027968</id><published>2010-02-05T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:52:50.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First night out...</title><content type='html'>Last night we had a Girl's Night at North Bend Bar &amp; Grill. It was my fourth day of Veganism and my first time out to eat. I ordered the veggie burger with no cheese or mayo but with mustard and grilled onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they grilled the onions in butter and was pretty sure that they put butter on the bun. I felt bad after eating it...but like the bff and sister said - I made the best choice possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom about it and she had one of the best lines ever..."Do what you can and grace will fill in the rest..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom, sister and BFF for the help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-1904534745225027968?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1904534745225027968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=1904534745225027968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1904534745225027968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1904534745225027968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-night-out.html' title='First night out...'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-1698595520138205657</id><published>2010-02-03T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:16:00.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day three down</title><content type='html'>And on the third day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. I am a person of routine and once I get a routine down, I'm pretty happy. This eating plan has been pretty routine. It has also been pretty tasty. I have used ingredients that I've never cooked with before as well as spices. I made tofu chili yesterday and it was really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight...collard greens - Brazillian Style!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-1698595520138205657?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1698595520138205657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=1698595520138205657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1698595520138205657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1698595520138205657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-three-down.html' title='Day three down'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5416763320227600567</id><published>2010-01-31T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:41:15.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final night</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty depressed - not going to lie. The one thing that keeps me going is that I know a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not going to starve&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm eating better food - better for me and better for the animals&lt;br /&gt;3. I am prepared. My freezer and fridge are full of good things.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm scared as heck...of failure and disobedience&lt;br /&gt;5. One day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll report how it's going tomorrow and what I'm eating. I know...it's exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5416763320227600567?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5416763320227600567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5416763320227600567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5416763320227600567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5416763320227600567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-night.html' title='The final night'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-3066117059218079299</id><published>2010-01-29T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:32:48.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Cold Turkey</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't like cold turkey? It's usually always great on the day after Thanksgiving as we all watch more football. However, it usually doesn't work for an eating plan or any kind of habit change. But...come Monday morning - I will be going cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Alicia Silverstone on Oprah the other day. She has gone total Vegan and was recommending certain foods, etc. I got a little excited as she was walking through Whole Foods finding great food to cook. The best thing she said was that eating Vegan makes your poop "wonderful". That my friends, is what I look forward to most and why going cold turkey will be worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-3066117059218079299?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3066117059218079299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=3066117059218079299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3066117059218079299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3066117059218079299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-cold-turkey.html' title='Thoughts on Cold Turkey'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-3151040012962484674</id><published>2010-01-24T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:53:54.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Obedience Stinks"</title><content type='html'>What started out as kind of a funky Sunday (you know the kind...where you'd rather be anywhere else?) turned into a great (and spiritual) time for me personally. We looked at the story of Elijah and the widow in I Kings 17. My pastor said that one of his favorite parts of the story was when Elijah asked the widow to give him her son (who was dead). I think that is what God asks us to do - give him our issues, circumstances, bank accounts, diet issues, the IMPOSSIBLE and let him handle things. Why is such a beautiful concept so difficult to comprehend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really an Old Testement lover - as you can understand by my blog's title, I'm really only into the red letters. However, there is value in understanding the God that was the OT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended service with prayer stations - which I love. I wrote in the prayer journal "Obedience Stinks". Sorry, that's how I feel right now - with t-minus 6 days of eating whatever I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Hillary for taking me to Olive Garden today. It was awesdome but I felt that I could not eat that again and be o.k. in light of all that's happened in the past few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-3151040012962484674?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3151040012962484674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=3151040012962484674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3151040012962484674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3151040012962484674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/obedience-stinks.html' title='&quot;Obedience Stinks&quot;'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-7626500450222615230</id><published>2010-01-23T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:20:43.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning out the fridge</title><content type='html'>I'm slowly cleaning out the fridge/freezer. I should have taken a picture of the before/after look. I have enough dinners for all week - except for 2 nights and hopefully, those evenings will be covered with Olive Garden and pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-7626500450222615230?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7626500450222615230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=7626500450222615230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7626500450222615230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7626500450222615230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/cleaning-out-fridge.html' title='Cleaning out the fridge'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-781723259911889520</id><published>2010-01-20T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:57:35.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting small</title><content type='html'>Started small. Small starts. Baby steps. Whatever you want to call it - it's hard to get started on something this huge without first taking smaller steps. I want to get ready for 2/1/10 but I also do not want my system to flip out because I am not eating chicken McNuggets smothered in cheese sauce with a side of honey mustard dip. (I don't really eat that...but)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a vegan breakfast. Two slices of soy toast with Smart Balance light - made with flax seed oil. It was good and filled me up. Today I had dried apricots and flax seed chips with homemade salsa. It's good and I'm satisfied. Breakfast is easy though - since I don't love it - I force myself to eat it otherwise I'll be crabby until lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will start my day with my normal mocha but have my Barista put in a small amount of soy...just to start. Small steps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-781723259911889520?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/781723259911889520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=781723259911889520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/781723259911889520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/781723259911889520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/starting-small.html' title='Starting small'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-7766857920234385664</id><published>2010-01-17T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:23:07.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog is back.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to revamp the blog. I wanted to share the Vegan journey with friends and family. This is mainly for my own catharsis as well as accountability. I struggle with accountability because I live alone. Nobody will care that I cheat and Fergie certainly won't tell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations have begun. I bought soy yogurt - which is amazing. I bought some vegan bread, but then the BFF informed me that most Pillsbury crescent rolls are vegan and I just about died! Wonder bread is even vegan. There is certainly a difference between healthy vegan and unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's baby steps for the next 2 weeks - as 2 weeks from today the real deal happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-7766857920234385664?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7766857920234385664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=7766857920234385664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7766857920234385664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7766857920234385664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-is-back.html' title='The blog is back.'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-8844736838069974919</id><published>2009-03-24T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:22:02.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>I have not written in a long time. I figured it might be time to fire up the old blog again. Even if just for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-8844736838069974919?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8844736838069974919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=8844736838069974919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8844736838069974919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8844736838069974919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5588351131508012145</id><published>2008-09-09T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:22:29.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting patiently for this day to come....</title><content type='html'>You have turned my mourning into dancing;&lt;br /&gt;you have taken off my sackcloth&lt;br /&gt;and clothed me with joy,&lt;br /&gt;so that my soul may praise you and not be silent.&lt;br /&gt;O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever. &lt;br /&gt;- Psalm 30:11-12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5588351131508012145?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5588351131508012145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5588351131508012145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5588351131508012145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5588351131508012145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-patiently-for-this-day-to-come.html' title='Waiting patiently for this day to come....'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-8138174889320007467</id><published>2008-08-17T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:43:58.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice cream aisle</title><content type='html'>There is a lockbox on my door now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post MLS listing on Tuesday. My house looks great and my faithful brother-in-law helped put the finishing touches on the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you kid sister for making today bearable. It sucked - except for the Olive Garden and the pedicure. Thanks Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, pray for a quick sale. I know it's selfish, but I absolutely believe in miracles and I need one here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-8138174889320007467?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8138174889320007467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=8138174889320007467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8138174889320007467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8138174889320007467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/ice-cream-aisle.html' title='Ice cream aisle'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5940402298932526026</id><published>2008-08-13T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:02:06.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House update...</title><content type='html'>Today I spent back and forth from home to storage unit. Slowly but surely it's getting done. I realize that I'm worn out after about two trips up/down the stairs and it doesn't help that it's 87 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will work on the bedroom - take my cat to my parent's house and figure out what to do with this white dresser I have...I want to throw it in the trash...which I may end up doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wise friend Adair told me that when my space is cleaner and more organized, I'll feel better. I think she's right, but getting there is part of the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm watching Mary Carillo eating her way through China. Man..do I have stories of that! She's at the hot pot restaurant where I tried **many** interesting things. I miss China. Now..it's my favorite...Beach Volleyball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5940402298932526026?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5940402298932526026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5940402298932526026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5940402298932526026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5940402298932526026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/house-update.html' title='House update...'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-556800382767252882</id><published>2008-08-10T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:03:46.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a birthday...I wonder for who?</title><content type='html'>What a fun weekend. Thanks to my friends and family for providing such a fun week..and weekend. The older I get the longer I like to celebrate. I guess it's that I need to forget that in one more year...I'm really old. It's pretty much over for me after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years ago today...the most beautiful baby boy was born. His red hair was a big surprise to all of us. My dad was so excited that he locked his keys in the car! We celebrated my 24th birthday in the hospital with a red velvet cake made by a dear friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was (and still is) so incredibly life-changing for me..not so much in what I do..but HOW I do it. It is so important for me that he love Jesus more than anything...and love his family. The blessing in my life today is that he does both of those things, very well. He is kind, loving, friendly to all people, and he loves Jesus. That is the best birthday gift that our loving heavenly father could ever give me. I am so lucky to share this day with him and so thankful to the Lord for him and that he loves me...and wants to hang out with his "silly old aunt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you boy. More than you will ever know!! &lt;br /&gt;Your palla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-556800382767252882?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/556800382767252882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=556800382767252882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/556800382767252882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/556800382767252882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-birthdayi-wonder-for-who.html' title='Today is a birthday...I wonder for who?'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-8333075069466193158</id><published>2008-08-01T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:28:34.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very exciting month ahead</title><content type='html'>A few highlights of the month of August...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 8.2.08 The Blue Angels! INTERMITTENT CLOSURES!&lt;br /&gt;- 8.3.08 Working an event at Mo with the kid sis &amp; BFF&lt;br /&gt;- 8.5.08 Duke's &amp; X Files with Diane&lt;br /&gt;- 8.7.08 Dinner with the UW Girls at Spaghetti Factory! &lt;br /&gt;- 8.8.08 The Olympics start&lt;br /&gt;- 8.8.08 First Seahawk Pre-season game at Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;- 8.9.08 Emerald Downs Saturday...come one come all! We'll be upstairs in the suites&lt;br /&gt;- 8.10.08 15 years ago today...my BEST Birthday present of all was born!!!&lt;br /&gt;- 8.14.08 Family Camp...still deciding&lt;br /&gt;- 8.25.08 The first African American in history will accept a major party nomination for president of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;- 8.28.08 The best mom in the world was born 64 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few highlights of a very busy month. Should be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-8333075069466193158?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8333075069466193158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=8333075069466193158' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8333075069466193158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8333075069466193158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-exciting-month-ahead.html' title='A very exciting month ahead'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5256027648324048567</id><published>2008-07-25T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:20:12.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Corps</title><content type='html'>To those who listen to NPR, you know that Story Corps is a conglomeration of people's stories that they are collecting. Then, these voiced vignettes will be stored in the Library of Congress kind of like a time capsule, to be heard for later generations. Story Corps portable recording units have been around Seattle and are routinely making their way around the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPR broadcasts Story Corps usually everyday around 7:30 am and again throughout the day. These stories are from regular people talking about moments in their lives that were meaningful. It is a true testament to the fact that we are all apart of the human race - and we each have our own singular moments that help shape us and make us into the people we are and will be. Today's story was from a 70 year old man who contracted polio at age 8. He remembers being in the hospital for months and coming home with restrictive braces on his legs. My grandpa had polio and I remember his gimpy legs vividly. Anyway, this young boy was dotted on by his mother, who never made him get out of bed or do anything for himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, his mother went out to lunch with a girlfriend (at the prompting of her husband, the boy's step-father) and the step-father came in and picked up the boy by the scruff of the neck and moved him to the living room - which had been cleared of furniture. The step-father dropped the boy on the ground and said "walk". The boy hated him for doing this and was afraid to get up but was more afraid of his step-father. Anyway, the boy crawled and made it across the room. The step-father said "Good job! You can do this!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never told the boy's mother and each week would convince her to leave the house so he could practice with his step-dad. The man telling the story said he loved his step-father for making him work so hard and encouraging him to get up and walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the kind of stories told - some sad, some very difficult, some happy. They are stories of humanity and lives lived. I encourage anyone to check them out &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4516989"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your story be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5256027648324048567?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5256027648324048567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5256027648324048567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5256027648324048567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5256027648324048567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/story-corps.html' title='Story Corps'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-7749598830921238245</id><published>2008-07-22T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:15:51.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem Averted</title><content type='html'>Just picked up three $5.00 Starbucks cards and made little notes that say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for parking in my spot. I hope you enjoy this little treat and remember to find another spot next time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my middle sister was driving me home and she said "You know, you have to be kind to the person who parked in your spot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangit. I hate when she's smarter than me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-7749598830921238245?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7749598830921238245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=7749598830921238245' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7749598830921238245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7749598830921238245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/problem-averted.html' title='Problem Averted'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-9068340445679489916</id><published>2008-07-22T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:34:14.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singleness Amplified</title><content type='html'>There are only a few times (and very brief) where I feel "bad" being single. I usually do not feel bad about it...I have a full life with family and friends that I can't keep up with and school, working two jobs, church stuff and taking care of my 100 year old Granny some weekends. So, yeah, don't have a lot of time to feel bad/sad about being single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This changes when someone parks in my RESERVED parking spot. What part of RESERVED = YOU CAN PARK HERE..NO BIG DEAL? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hit me on Sunday night after coming home late from a hard weekend at my grandmas. She fell on Saturday night trying to get out of bed late and I paniced and cried and hated being there and hated her being this old and not thinking clearly. She thought we had all left her...although we were 30 feet away in the living room watching Batman Begins. Anyway...so sleep was precarious on Saturday night and I was tired coming home and thinking about unloading all my stuff to start a work week the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo &amp; behold someone had parked in my spot..not simply parked like "I'm only gonna be here for 5 minutes.." but had BACKED in to my spot. That screams "I'm gonna be here as long as I want and I don't care." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not sure what pushes your buttons on a regular basis..but when this happens to me it makes me SO mad. Like rage mad. Mad enough to plot things to do to the car that I actually might go through with if my building didn't have cameras on all angles of the parking lot. So, I pray through my rage...I feel bad...and I hate that there's no one else to stick up for me...to help me...to kick someone's ass. I know that's not really how it works, but it would have been nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed and called and am trying to handle it diplomatically...I didn't bang on everyone's door and demand to know if they had parked in my spot. I didn't slash tires or put cat poop on the door handle. I am sick. Twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be glad when I no longer have to worry about this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-9068340445679489916?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9068340445679489916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=9068340445679489916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/9068340445679489916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/9068340445679489916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/singleness-amplified.html' title='Singleness Amplified'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-7679662311410349290</id><published>2008-07-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:01:12.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct from GRCC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Thank you for your interest in the Educational Planner, Transition position at Green River Community College.  Your materials are now in the review process.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Due to the amount of time we take to thoroughly assess our candidates’ qualifications and the volume of applications we receive, it can take several weeks between receipt, review and selection.  Although you may not receive information from the College regarding the status of your application during the review period, we will notify you when the search has concluded.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Again, we very much appreciate your interest in employment at Green River Community College&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-7679662311410349290?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7679662311410349290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=7679662311410349290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7679662311410349290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7679662311410349290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/direct-from-grcc.html' title='Direct from GRCC!'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-6658725986163112000</id><published>2008-07-05T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:22:59.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quasi review of The Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/SHFhldjWfFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hO4OHK9C0pw/s1600-h/William%2520Paul%2520Young%2520-shackover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/SHFhldjWfFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hO4OHK9C0pw/s400/William%2520Paul%2520Young%2520-shackover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220060739315072082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post started out as a review of &lt;em&gt;The Shack &lt;/em&gt;but as I read through passages again and let the words permeate my thoughts it's more of a review of living in community and my thoughts and purposeful attempt to do this - soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outstanding theme that runs through this book is the thought of inter-dependence on one another and total dependence on God, Jesus &amp; the Holy Spirit - each manifesting differently in the book. It is clear that we can't live without relationship. Although at this point in my life, a help-mate or "significant other" has not joined me in this journey, I've been surrounded by an amazing network of family and friends. These folks are my life - can't imagine walking without them, and relationship with them, and I desire the ongoing presence of them in my life. I want to learn, to fail, to cry, to try new stuff, to dream, imagine, screw up, yell, scream, laugh until we fall down, and like the book says "loving is the skin of knowing". What a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know someone - then to learn to love them...an amazing God concept. An amazing peek at his Kingdom here on earth. Why do I fight this? Why do I fight tooth and nail when his Spirit is calling me into a relational dependence? Oh...I know...control. Control is an ugly beast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know all I know about this book yet-it will take a BBQ with the BFF and family to really hash it out...I know that I want to see God differently-without "rules" or "conformity" and with all freedom and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-6658725986163112000?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6658725986163112000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=6658725986163112000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6658725986163112000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6658725986163112000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/quasi-review-of-shack.html' title='Quasi review of &lt;em&gt;The Shack&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/SHFhldjWfFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hO4OHK9C0pw/s72-c/William%2520Paul%2520Young%2520-shackover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-8776451186498501015</id><published>2008-06-25T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:58:57.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the games begin</title><content type='html'>Well, it finally happened. What I never thought would happen has happened...I got the dreaded "email from the conservative relative concerned with my voting for Obama." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my cousin. He and I shared many great times together back in the day. He was there for me during a rough move to So. Cal in my senior year and made the move not so scary. He made me laugh on more than one occasion and I even paid my own way back to be at his wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, sadly, I got sent the dreaded "I'm concerned for you" email. It was predicated on the Dobson rant and questioning of Obama's faith in his radio show. This has stirred up some ire on various forums I visit, but nothing that really concerns me. It really shows me that Dobson is misguided on his thinking and possibly should stick to psychology and not try to marry religion with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my cousin is concerned that our country is moving away from being biblically based. I countered with the fact that I never thought we were Biblically based. Most of the founding fathers were Deists or Atheists (Ben Franklin) and wanted their "right" to proclaim this. In fact, how Biblical is the statement that we "are endowed by our Creator with certain inalienable rights." Ah...that's a negative. Jesus in fact says something more "upside down" than this in the Sermon on the Mount. I don't think us having "rights" was a big part of his motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin then went on to share his fear (FEAR is always a wonderful motivator) of how Obama would roll back all the "pro-life" stuff and that he would give homosexuals more favor. I am tired of these issues frankly. I think the God I serve is BIGGER than these two issues and in fact I am mandated to love the "gays and pro-choicers" and I do so happily with the understanding that Jesus loves them and died for them JUST AS MUCH as he died for me. In fact, I do not support suppressing anyone's "inalienable rights" Black, Hispanic, Muslim or Homosexual...if we have rights at all - they are for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my cousin and sadly time and distance have not allowed us to spend much time together in the last 20 years or so. I know how he was raised and I know theologically we would disagree on 99% of any issue. I love him though. I could care less if we agreed on issues...and I could care less if he changes his mind on any of them. I guess the bottom line is the love I have for him is greater than any political or theological difference. I hope he heard that loud and clear in my response to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-8776451186498501015?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8776451186498501015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=8776451186498501015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8776451186498501015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8776451186498501015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-games-begin.html' title='Let the games begin'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-4251246217973015861</id><published>2008-06-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:27:35.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When One applicant is ENOUGH</title><content type='html'>"Thank you for your inquiry. I can assure you that you are an applicant for the position and the Hiring Department is motivated to fill the position.  They are waiting for a sufficient applicant pool before they choose applicants to interview and rest assured that I will notify you when things have reached that stage.  Hope that helps!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct quote from email to Green River Community College about the job they keep pushing back the deadline on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is encouraging. Please, keep praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-4251246217973015861?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4251246217973015861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=4251246217973015861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4251246217973015861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4251246217973015861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-one-applicant-is-enough.html' title='When One applicant is ENOUGH'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-1341290482022287980</id><published>2008-06-19T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:56:45.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The summer of my selfishness</title><content type='html'>I tried to go and rent a storage unit today. A nice concrete 5x10 to put all my worldly possessions. I don't have much...but what I have I like - it is me and my collections and somehow the thought of putting it in boxes and stuffing it away hurts my gut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive to the little street where the big PUBLIC STORAGE sign looms overhead. I pulled in and lo-and-behold...there were NO parking spots. I drove around and even tried to park on the street but the huge sign said NO PARKING. So, what's a girl to do? Drive home and make fajitas and drink black cherry with VV? Of course! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I lack motivation? I don't think so..it's a very tough spot to be in and I resent it a little bit. I really do and I don't like to wallow. I can't even pray about it anymore. There are no answers that I want to hear. Yes, I admit...I don't want to listen to what God may be telling me and I don't want to do maybe what he's asking. I want my way and I'll stomp my foot and not find a parking place at the storage unit lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the summer of my selfishness. I don't know if you'll stay long...but it's ok. I'm fine being alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-1341290482022287980?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1341290482022287980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=1341290482022287980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1341290482022287980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1341290482022287980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-of-my-selfishness.html' title='The summer of my selfishness'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-6076458444658742221</id><published>2008-06-14T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:13:51.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Write Love on Her Arms</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged in forever. It gets that way with life sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving the other day and saw this bumper sticker on the back of a person's car. It said "To Write Love on Her Arms." Personally, I HATE bumper stickers. Nobody gives 2 s*#ts what you think and you really think we're going to do what you say because it's on the bumper of your car? Yeah, guess again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this one I noticed for whatever reason and became intrigued. While all you smarties probably already knew what this meant,I did not and usually when the Lord is trying to tell me something or suggest something he'll bring things to my attention a few times until I get it. So, bumper sticker is intrigue #1. Then, today on Facebook I see a piece of Flair that says the same thing. Intrigue #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to google the phrase to find out what it is. What a story. I am amazed and humbled and I gave money...which I have little of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please google the words and read the story. THIS, my friends, is what WE ARE TO BE ABOUT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the bumper sticker and the Flair. I get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-6076458444658742221?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6076458444658742221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=6076458444658742221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6076458444658742221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6076458444658742221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html' title='To Write Love on Her Arms'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5541687917578867551</id><published>2008-05-29T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:23:12.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sign says it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/SD8O8uioHHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8fAPsDE39Ss/s1600-h/for_sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/SD8O8uioHHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8fAPsDE39Ss/s400/for_sale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205896130711788658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The House goes up for sale next week. I'm meeting with my realtor on Wednesday to sign the paperwork. Then, I'll have to get a storage unit and start the "de-clutter" process. (See, this is what it took Jen!). I'm also having it cleaned by a professional (or 10) in order to get it really clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed emotions. On one hand, I don't want to move, I love my house and where I'm at. Yet I'm also excited at the possibility of making money on something - money to payoff debt I've incurred and maybe do something fun (Kauai 2009). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also feeling the same way about living in community - which it looks more and more like this will be my option. Scared of unknowns and of feeling failure. Nobody needs to understand this...just know I feel it and however unrealistic the feeling is..I will own it. I'm also excited at the possibility of living purposely this way. It's a way I think, more and more, will have to be a viable option. Individualism is so last century!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of my house when it looks presentable. I also need a place for my cat - my mom is rejecting her and I don't want her to be around if people come looking. So, lots to think about and decisions to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed the folks at Green River - they got my application package and they will let me know when the review process starts. I printed the email and hung it on my mirror in my bathroom. Just to remember to pray about opportunities, the future, change and all things collective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5541687917578867551?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5541687917578867551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5541687917578867551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5541687917578867551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5541687917578867551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/sign-says-it-all.html' title='The sign says it all'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/SD8O8uioHHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8fAPsDE39Ss/s72-c/for_sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5060227256965095115</id><published>2008-05-21T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:48:36.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She made me - not responsible for the content.</title><content type='html'>The Kid Sister mandated that I blog...so I guess I will give all 2.3 of my readers something to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been to the gym in weeks - and have fallen off the "diet" wagon something fierce. I went tonight and talked to my trainer - and we worked out together. It was really nice-he went easy on me and then we started talking about the future and when our "contract" would be over...which thankfully is in June. I told him that I really liked him and how we got along and that I couldn't afford the monthly payments any longer. It was something I did stupidly, thinking I could pay and it's been HELL every month to try and come up with the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said he would continue to train me-outside the "program" and I can pay him myself - $25/session. WTH? Are you kidding me? That is like 60% less than I'm paying now! And...I can come as often or as little as I want. What freedom! It made me want to continue with my routine of not going to the gym, but only going to see him! Nah..not really...I want to get back into the grind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the bff and the time I used to have to just hang out. What happened to that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the job front - my friend from the Salvation Army gave me a lead...not sure I qualify as it's a big wig job...and I still have not heard from the state. One of the jobs closes tomorrow...so, I could get a call to interview. Praying for that always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5060227256965095115?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5060227256965095115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5060227256965095115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5060227256965095115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5060227256965095115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-made-me-not-responsible-for-content.html' title='She made me - not responsible for the content.'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-6542469992503251797</id><published>2008-05-14T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:08:06.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend at Granny's</title><content type='html'>In an attempt to earn some much needed extra money, the kid sister and I are taking care of my 100 year old granny. She is amazing...her legacy and love of her family are something I can only hope to attain. It has been very, very, hard for me to see her decline - not mentally - but physically. She used to make really good pork-chops and make us Christmas cookies every year and shop for all of her 538 grandkids Christmas presents. They were the funniest presents but they were thoughtful and EVERYONE got something. Perhaps I get my gift-giving love from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she is at her home still, she can't do anything for herself. Anything. So, my loving sister and I are going to stay with her. I am going to cook and clean and the kid sister (who has nursing aspirations) is going to do the grotty stuff. This is NOT something I want to do - I want her to be my granny - not someone who is incapable of helping herself. Needless to say, I'm praying for my own heart and that I may exhibit compassion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I was reading Shane Claiborne's new book &lt;em&gt;Jesus for President &lt;/em&gt;and he eloquently has a piece on the elderly. I quote part of it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In its worship of all things new and hip, US culture has sacrificed its relationship with the elderly and infirm. And most of the church has done exactly the same, putting older people into nursing homes and retirement centers. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will spend the weekend at my Granny's and remember how very much she loves me - she was there when I was born and probably changed a diaper or two - now I can return the favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-6542469992503251797?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6542469992503251797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=6542469992503251797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6542469992503251797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6542469992503251797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-weekend-at-grannys.html' title='My weekend at Granny&apos;s'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5440877722664082543</id><published>2008-05-10T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:17:46.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day Eve</title><content type='html'>Tonight going to the Mariner game with my entire family. I hope that they will actually win tonight. It would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited that MNAC (mommy needs a cocktail) FINALLY has Auntie shirts! Maybe she can now start Auntie's Day so I get gifts and money...or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to order one pronto! Brown, I think. I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5440877722664082543?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5440877722664082543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5440877722664082543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5440877722664082543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5440877722664082543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-eve.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day Eve'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-4223723846759062838</id><published>2008-05-04T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:30:52.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night Prayer list</title><content type='html'>Since I hate Sunday nights...my family has instituted the Family Dinner...we each pick a place and decide to meet there on Sunday nights. It usually doesn't matter if one of us is busy or working...we plan to meet and we have done it now for 2 whole weeks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my weekly prayer list...&lt;br /&gt;1. Work...boss...co-workers&lt;br /&gt;2. Resume going to GRCC &amp; Highline CC&lt;br /&gt;3. Looking for other opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;4. My mom, dad, sisters, bros-in-law and Brent &amp; Ellie&lt;br /&gt;5. My pastor, his wife (the BFF) and Will &amp; Lo&lt;br /&gt;6. My friend Kat-facing surgery on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;7. Finances - that I continue to manage well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one request for each day. Looking forward to a fun week of work (not), dinner with friends, working at Mosaic and Mother's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-4223723846759062838?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4223723846759062838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=4223723846759062838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4223723846759062838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4223723846759062838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday-night-prayer-list.html' title='Sunday Night Prayer list'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2237782691623861127</id><published>2008-05-02T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:39:43.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad weighs in</title><content type='html'>Talked to my dad tonight about Nose Pierce 2008. His initial response was to comply and "grin and bear it" because that is what he did when any sort of controversy or issue was brought up about him or because of him. He said that he did this because he had a family to support and we couldn't very well get up and leave a church as one has to be "called" in order to go to another in our denomination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has since thought better. He said I don't need this job...and that I need to look at the primary reason (finances) and now the secondary reason (issue w/teacher &amp; my boss) as a "sign" (not a good word...) that perhaps it is time to look elsewhere. This made a lot of sense as financially, with the re-fi and other issues, I've not been able to make it month to month. So, a job that pays $1000/mo more would enable me to relax and perhaps refinance my home. The nose is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also had an issue with how my boss handled the situation. And this could be the "dad" talking but he was very surprised that my boss didn't defend me - that he waffled. Then I started to think, perhaps I didn't give my boss a fair shake in the explaining of what happened. However, what I explained to friends/family is what I HEARD - PERCEIVED him to say. Today, my boss and I had a good conversation and some of the issues of yesterday were resolved and for this I'm thankful. However, his resolution is not what mine is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still praying about this and praying that the reason I leave (if I choose to) is not because of anger or bitterness. My dad also said "where are they going to find someone like you?? It would be a big mistake for them to get rid of you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful to be reaffirmed by friends and family - and to be loved by them. This is whose opinion I care about and who I believe know me and love me. I'll leave you with the parting words of my dad "You go for it girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dad...I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2237782691623861127?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2237782691623861127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2237782691623861127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2237782691623861127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2237782691623861127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/dad-weighs-in.html' title='Dad weighs in'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-1714443914953757313</id><published>2008-05-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:14:35.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there was Thursday</title><content type='html'>I guess that I knew this day would come-just didn't really think it would be this fast. My boss received a "complaint" about the nose pierce that I currently sport. If you &lt;em&gt;know me at all&lt;/em&gt; you know that I am pretty whimsical...I have purple hair, I have the occasional tattoo, and now a nose pierce. All of these serve to remind me that I am a broken human being in search of a fun and interesting way to live my life. They are not statements of rebellion (perceived or otherwise) and they are not meant to cause agitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I guess today the nose pierce crossed the line. A teacher at the place I am currently employed complained to her boss who then complained to my boss. So, my boss and I had the "talk" about the nose pierce and all the reasons why I was causing my "brother or sister" to have issues with me and my role at the place I am employed. So we discussed Paul's letter to Philippa in the 2nd chapter and I agreed with what my boss said - I could humble myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the discussion, I was stunned, silent, cried a lot, tried to get my point across that I thought I worked for a place that was trying really hard to NOT be Pharisaical - but on this point they missed. I also wondered why my boss didn't stand up for me. Why he didn't mention that it wasn't written in the policy manual that employees are barred from any visible facial piercings (except ears) and that he really can't ask me to take it out - blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those moments when all of my witty banter, my intelligence and my arguments went out the window. I was faced with this complaint and possibly a person questioning my "witness" which in turn questions my spirituality. So, for all to hear...I say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I believe in Jesus Christ and that he died for my sins&lt;br /&gt;2. I believe in the Gospel of Jesus Christ and my responsibility to act it out&lt;br /&gt;3. I believe it is possible to love my neighbor and disagree with his/her doctrine&lt;br /&gt;4. I believe that it is more important for Christians to live the gospels rather than worry about what is or isn't pierced.&lt;br /&gt;5. I believe that perhaps it's my time to find another job.&lt;br /&gt;6. I believe that while on one hand we say we want to do "kingdom work" we really prefer to cow tow to pharisees in order to "keep peace".&lt;br /&gt;7. I believe that a nose pierce has NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;8. I believe in the KINGDOM and not the EMPIRE, which is subtly disguised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I know there are strong opinions out there about my Christian witness and how I may be a role model or come in contact with folks who don't think it appropriate to have a nose piercing...and I will pray through that and pray for the one who complained. I certainly hope it's not worth quitting, but truth be told, that is how I feel right now. I'm sad, angry and don't want to show up tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the words of my very wise and loving mother (who I equate to the words of God himself) "If you believe what you say you believe you &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; take the nose pierce out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said mom. Well said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***UPDATE****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went on the Green River CC website and there's a job opening for an academic advisor...starting salary: $46,900. Advice???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-1714443914953757313?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1714443914953757313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=1714443914953757313' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1714443914953757313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1714443914953757313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-then-there-was-thursday.html' title='And then there was Thursday'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-648038517945692764</id><published>2008-04-30T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:00:08.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corteo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/SBjOwWRLyjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3zzmm-EGOU8/s1600-h/corteo_lowres_picture_letty%2520version.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/SBjOwWRLyjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3zzmm-EGOU8/s400/corteo_lowres_picture_letty%2520version.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195129500178565682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, sister and I saw Corteo last night - a Cirque du Soleil performance. If you have never seen one in person - please go. Save up all year and take the family. It's worth it and about 2.5 hours of entertainment delight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is of a clown who is "living" through his funeral and all of the quirky things that happen during the course of a funeral. The best part was when Valentina floated over the audience with the help of 5 huge balloons! It was really amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-648038517945692764?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/648038517945692764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=648038517945692764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/648038517945692764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/648038517945692764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/corteo.html' title='Corteo'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/SBjOwWRLyjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3zzmm-EGOU8/s72-c/corteo_lowres_picture_letty%2520version.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-4990866472468219360</id><published>2008-04-23T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:15:24.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet apartment-or sister's spare bedroom.</title><content type='html'>I've had this sneaking thought in the back of my mind for sometime and did not want to speak it because I didn't want it to be reality - but today it's entered my reality. I've been thinking that the reason I have not cleaned up my clutter within my home is due to the fact that I continued to believe that my re-fi options were limited and I would simply have to move anyway - so what did it matter? I did not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now today, sadly...that's my reality. I was denied a re-fi today-mostly because 2 years ago I assumed I "heard" the Lord asking me to take a chance and take a pay cut and join Rainier Christian Schools. This has been an amazing time for me there. They have started to see that Christian education is available to the undignified and the disenfranchised - I've seen kids from addicted families come, from single mom's working at Wal-Mart, Foster kids going through the system. I know that I've made an impact on how we see these kids and their families and so I think I made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today. What was I thinking? Taking a $14K pay cut is a serious issue and certainly made itself known to me today. I don't have any more debt than I did while at the UW - but my income went down so severely that it makes a huge difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this to say - I know a nice condo for sale in Renton...cheap! It will be an interesting few months and I am sad. Decisions will be made and choices of further employment or changing or something! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to de-clutter - maybe now for different reasons! I left work today to try and talk to my dad - I need the "buck up" speech in a big way. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-4990866472468219360?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4990866472468219360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=4990866472468219360' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4990866472468219360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4990866472468219360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-sweet-apartment-or-sisters-spare.html' title='Home sweet apartment-or sister&apos;s spare bedroom.'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-8626274031130033956</id><published>2008-04-18T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:16:33.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go and sell everything</title><content type='html'>So I've tried to explain the change I've seen in the kid sister since we went to the conference last weekend and I'm not doing very well. So, the other day she said that she was selling some "priceless" possessions she had on eBay so she could further help those in need - like buy goats, chickens, kiva loan, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to her, these are possessions that will probably be painful for her to give up. BUT, she's the only one in my circle that has even pondered the idea. So, last night, sitting around the table with some friends, we were talking a lot about what we could sell - and together we decided to find something that to us is a priceless possession and sell it on eBay and either pool our money to fund education or goats for someone or to give individually. What a novel concept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to consume less - and where we have over-consumed, to de-clutter, sell and give. It seems so damn simple when I sit here and type it - yet so hard when I go and actually try to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up at 4:00 AM this morning asking myself what I have to sell. One suggestion was some shoes - but not really thinking anyone wanted to buy my worn shoes - but who knows? Maybe they would. Then I thought of my football jerseys. I love them and they are in pristine condition - so maybe someone would buy them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid sister is putting ACTION behind words. Words are worthless without action - and I'm not talking the pithy "works" to justify our grace - don't get me wrong. I'm talking about doing the stuff Jesus said to do - rich young ruler or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you sell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-8626274031130033956?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8626274031130033956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=8626274031130033956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8626274031130033956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8626274031130033956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/go-and-sell-everything.html' title='Go and sell everything'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-9047363522252772451</id><published>2008-04-15T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:11:39.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh be careful</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I'm addicted to www.naznet.com. It's a discussion board thingee where people in the COTN can come together and spout off, discuss theology, exchange recipes, or pontificate on who they know in the COTN (Church of the Nazarene). As usual, I have people I really like and people who I never want to meet in a dark alley or at General Assembly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing about the Internet..you know instantly if you like someone and have never even met them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was reading another blog in the blogesphere...and sadly she quoted a song that I used to sing as a child. A song that luckily (and through major theological study) I have outgrown. It's sad to me that people still think that God is looking down on them...waiting for them to f*#k up - waiting...to nail them. Friends, folks, dear people, let me just say that I do not believe in a God like that! We are all broken people in need of mercy, grace and a Savior. He is not keeping a list and checking it twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll remember the song...sing it with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh be careful little eyes what you see...oh be careful little eyes what you see...for the Father up above is looking down in love...oh be careful little eyes what you see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap I say...pure crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other childhood songs that spark fear and loathing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-9047363522252772451?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9047363522252772451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=9047363522252772451' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/9047363522252772451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/9047363522252772451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-be-careful.html' title='Oh be careful'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2296508527818754528</id><published>2008-04-13T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:03:35.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend and the rest of my life..in review.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog about this weekend's conference with Brian McLaren and all the great things he said and how he changed my thought process or paradigm. However...what I really want to blog about is the transformation I was able to witness in the kid sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really gets it. Jesus has placed her here with me and a burden on her heart, for such a time as this...we are ready to take a chance and ready to enter into whatever...WHATEVER he has for us. Back to the days of the GLORY BUS!! I'm grateful that I was able to spend this weekend with her and with the BFF. It was eye-opening and exciting and I look forward to things to come. We will do something. We will do something. You can not sit idly by after a weekend like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with any good and positive experience, it was kind of disappointing that there were not a lot of people of color there. Either they have already figured out how to be missional or there's not a great marketing plan for them. However, there were a wide range of ages and denominations represented, of which I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things I learned or will do:&lt;br /&gt;1. We live in an unsustainable society - the United States uses more resources than anyone else by 30%.&lt;br /&gt;2. We must change our story.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jesus is concerned more with poverty, the planet and peace than he is with our doctrine or whether or not we drink/swear/dance (insert whatever you want here)&lt;br /&gt;4. I will never use another grocery plastic bag again. Never is a strong word. But I will try!&lt;br /&gt;5. I will sponsor an endangered species. Gorillas, tigers or salamanders..I will show somehow that I care about the environment.&lt;br /&gt;6. You can't take the Old T. literally if you're not willing to take Matthew 5, 6 &amp; 7 literally. &lt;br /&gt;7. All issues are ultimately inter-related. &lt;br /&gt;8. I will re-arrange my life to befriend a poor person (Does befriending myself count?)&lt;br /&gt;9. I will vote responsibly in this election.&lt;br /&gt;10. I will buy "green" toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;11. I will seek and try my very hardest to have grace for those that don't get it. You can attract more flies with honey than vinegar...I will try try try. Hard! UGH.&lt;br /&gt;12. I will change my neighborhood for Christ. Somehow, someway, together...I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2296508527818754528?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2296508527818754528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2296508527818754528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2296508527818754528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2296508527818754528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wanted-to-blog-about-this-weekends.html' title='The weekend and the rest of my life..in review.'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-3661241073973298476</id><published>2008-04-07T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:09:19.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, it's against Policy</title><content type='html'>This post is somewhat difficult for me as I am not sure which "side" I come down on - if that's even the right phraseology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My church has several congregations that meet within the 25,000 square feet of space. These people have become friends and family and I'm so grateful to know them and share space with them. One of the congregations is Christian Missionary Alliance Vietnamese congregation. Yesterday they had a missionary speak to all of us in a great combined service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This missionary ministers in Cambodia - to Vietnamese people immigrating to Cambodia. Now, if you had the chance to immigrate...would Cambodia be your first choice? Anyway - there's reasons, he said, that the Vietnamese come to Cambodia, although they are poorer than the Cambodians and have virtually no "rights" or freedoms as they are too poor to own property. This particular missionary started a ministry to the Vietnamese and started churches and a school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any good missionary he told stories. These stories were both sad and great testimony to the Lord's good work. One such story was about a young girl who had attended this missionary school. She was about 13 and her father was ill and back in Vietnam. In order to pay for his care, the family needed to raise $400 US dollars. The mother of this young girl was faced with selling her daughter into prostitution to pay for their father's medical care. The mother visited the school in order to ask for the $400.00 and was turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school has a "policy" against loaning money to its students or their families. So...the mother sold her daughter into prostitution for $400.00. Several years later, the girl, now more of a woman - met the missionary and his family again. She was truly changed. She was no longer an innocent young girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to run, screaming from the building. I was furious that a stupid $400 stood in the way of this young girl's promise and potential. I understand...truly I do..the need to have "rules" and "policies" and blah blah blah. But for GOD'S SAKE...there was nothing you could do for her? Have you ever heard of Microlending? Nobody you could call? I wanted to shake this servant of God and ask him if this policy was working for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to understand the reason that a Godly organization would have said to this young girl's family "our policy overrides our ability to help you." I wonder how that conversation went. I guess I don't "get" ministry all that well. Maybe I shouldn't get involved in stuff I don't understand...but I can tell you-I would have begged, stolen and borrowed the money to help Ivy. I am sad I didn't get the chance and hope, in Jesus name, they change their policy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that...I know EXACTLY what side I come down on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-3661241073973298476?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3661241073973298476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=3661241073973298476' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3661241073973298476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3661241073973298476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-its-against-policy.html' title='Sorry, it&apos;s against Policy'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-9093942862824377901</id><published>2008-04-01T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:05:12.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Day</title><content type='html'>There will be more about Paris later (like one week ago today I was at Disneyland Paris!) but this question has been weighing on my mind, heart, soul today. It could be the cold medicine I'm taking - not feeling too well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard the Holy Spirit tell you to do something and you ignored him - perhaps thinking you mistook his prompts for indigestion, crazy talk, or your mother whispering in your ear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a hard, hard day at work - not for me, but for my boss. I will blog about it soon. I call it Meltdown 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-9093942862824377901?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9093942862824377901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=9093942862824377901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/9093942862824377901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/9093942862824377901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the Day'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2286914990247481552</id><published>2008-03-30T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:01:50.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Diary - Part Un</title><content type='html'>I was awaiting pictures of Paris before I blogged-as the stories are so much better with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome time with my sweet mom and super-cool sisters. My BIL was there too and he and I have a great relationship - so that was fun to hang out with him. We watched the entire season six of Family Guy while in Paris. Yes, my BIL is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and our luggage did not. We had to run...literally...to our connecting flight from JFK to CDG (Paris). We got in late due to time issues at JFK and circling the airport for a bit. So, needless to say, our luggage didn't quite make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to our apartment - and it's a five floor walk-up. That was good for the exercise. The one-person elevator was so tiny that it took me a little while to get used to the idea. Then the WC...oh my. I'm not good with measurements but it was tiny...I almost had to open the door in order for my booty to fit inside. Then my knees hit the wall in front of me. Paris is not for chubby chicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was spent just walking around our neighborhood. We were on the same block as a huge Basilica (picture to follow) and the bells tolled for us occasionally. Our luggage arrived that night - at about 11:00 pm. The next day was Good Friday. We walked around our surroundings - found a grocery, bakery, and other necessities. No Starbucks though. We ate lunch at a little brassiere and it was interesting. The French cafes have a simple menu - usually only about five items; duck, chicken, beef, pasta and a special of the day. It was hard to pay $30 (US) for a pasta dish but I did it and it was interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from our day I popped into the Basilica - as it was Good Friday, they were having the Stations of the Cross all in French. It was interesting to share this experience with those half way across the world. The church was very stark and cold - very traditional. Friday evening, we ate Spaghetti in the apartment. My mom made it and it was really tasty! For dessert: Creme Brulee that you could buy in the dairy section of the grocery store!! What a concept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'll blog about the chunnel, London, and falling asleep during The Lion King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're breathless with anticipation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2286914990247481552?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2286914990247481552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2286914990247481552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2286914990247481552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2286914990247481552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-awaiting-pictures-of-paris-before.html' title='Paris Diary - Part Un'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-1421967372309707484</id><published>2008-03-18T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:38:22.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week</title><content type='html'>I am leaving for Paris tomorrow..but wanted to at least blog about Holy Week in case I don't get the chance in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said several things from the cross on Friday. This culminated with his final statement, said in a loud voice as required by custom...&lt;strong&gt;Father into thy hands I commend my spirit&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard lots of explanations on why Jesus said this and what each word means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, I really like the most simple explanation. It is part of a prayer that all &lt;br /&gt;1st century Jewish mothers taught their children. It is how we think of "now I lay me down to sleep..." although way more eloquent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the prayer - in full. Jesus could only say the brief second line as he was dying.  I can't even type it without crying - knowing that Jesus, dying on a cross, prayed the prayer his mother taught him as a young boy - culminates his full life and mission on earth. I love him SO much - read and memorize...and be reminded of the amazing work in the Garden, on the Cross, and from the Tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In thy hands are the souls of the living and the dead. Into thy hands I commend my spirit. Thou hast redeemed me, Oh Lord, oh God of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the Lord God of Israel, may Michael be on my right hand, Gabriel at my left hand, before me, Uriel, behind me Raphael, and above my head, the presence of God." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-1421967372309707484?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1421967372309707484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=1421967372309707484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1421967372309707484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1421967372309707484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-week.html' title='Holy Week'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-339839837071041103</id><published>2008-03-14T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:47:01.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want fries with that senior discount?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R9sKl5-kx2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/v8lDbm_BlVQ/s1600-h/Senior+Discount.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R9sKl5-kx2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/v8lDbm_BlVQ/s400/Senior+Discount.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177743842927232866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a close look at my receipt from Carl's Junior yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say I had a heart to heart with the nice lady that rang up my order. Her name was Dora. Once I noticed this, I called her over to my table and asked her what about me made her think I should get the Senior Discount. She shushed me and said "don't tell...I thought you needed a break."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we started talking and she wove a tale of her life (she was 65 and I REALLY wanted to know if she REALLY thought I was close to her age...). She works at Carl's Junior first of all. She was married to a man that beat her up so she got an annulment from him - then she married another guy and had a son. He went to Viet Nam and is currently MIA. So, she can't get any funds for her or her son because technically, he's not "dead." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives in Federal Way and her son is a manager at McDonalds and has been since 1994! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my mom said in a comment recently on this blog, that there are daily affirmations of God moving in our lives and sometimes we don't realize it or notice it at all. Today, through a senior discount, I met a woman and was able to affirm her and thank her for working at Carl's and getting me my Western Bacon Cheeseburger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-339839837071041103?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/339839837071041103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=339839837071041103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/339839837071041103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/339839837071041103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-want-fries-with-that-senior.html' title='Do you want fries with that senior discount?'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R9sKl5-kx2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/v8lDbm_BlVQ/s72-c/Senior+Discount.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-6973559735253730822</id><published>2008-03-12T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:01:07.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daily Bread</title><content type='html'>So most of you know that I work at a Christian School - we charge tuition to attend our school and most people don't even blink an eye about paying 5...6...7...thousand dollars/year to send their kids here. It's a pretty good school, small classes, committed teachers..you know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who can't pay. There are some who need their kids to have the stability of the same class, teacher and friends each day because their lives are falling apart at home. There are Isaac's, Helen's, Nai's, Mario's, and a host of others  that I get to pray for and love. This is why I'm glad I work here-to minister to these families. Single moms &amp; dads, kids on DSHS, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One family in particular has had their share of troubles this year. Dad is an alcoholic. He has struggled with his addiction for many years and finally sought treatment in a residential facility just this past November. Mom has been the sole bread-winner of the household and Kobe &amp; Caleb continue to come to school everyday...and nobody pays their tuition. I've talked to both mom and dad and asked them to try to come up with a payment plan. I get a lot of promises and hopes, but in the end - no payment. But we all know those boys need our school and its stability. So...we trudge through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to his alcoholism, dad had to undergo double hip-replacement surgery in January. He is 34 years old. They started paying $50.00/month toward their 12,000 bill and today he brought in homemade bread and gave it to me. I was so touched that I almost couldn't hold it together. He used to come in and not ever talk, embarrased by his overwhelming debt. Today, he talked, laughed, donated some time to our upcoming auction and gave me homemade whole wheat bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember passing judgment on this man for what he was doing to his family. Today, the Lord taught me the power of a loaf of bread and the power of his healing hand on the life of Ken, Katie, Casey and Kory. Thank you for teaching me and may I have eyes to see, ears to hear and mouth to taste homemade bread!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-6973559735253730822?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6973559735253730822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=6973559735253730822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6973559735253730822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6973559735253730822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-daily-bread.html' title='My Daily Bread'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2329826613472303153</id><published>2008-03-07T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:15:33.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Graduation!</title><content type='html'>My dad teaches at Edmonds Community College in their DSHS Work First program. He teaches Asset Development and his students are all single parents with children. He teaches them that they are an asset and need to take care of themselves, make good choices and begin to develop monetary assets when they get out of the program. The program is in medical billing and administration and most of the girls get jobs in hospitals or doctor's offices. Their starting salaries have been anywhere from $15.00/hour to $20/hour - so quite a step up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was their graduation for this group of six women. They all have issues and kids and it's so fun to see them celebrate their success on this graduation night. It is also nice to see their families come and support them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret - homeless mother of two - received the highest grades (4.0) and won the award for perfect attendance! Pray for her as she is living in a shelter and has only a few more days to find a job and get transitioned before her time is up at the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy - Mother of 5 - various fathers - all kids were there and very well behaved and kind. She lives with her mom (who has no teeth!) and is still looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debby - 47 years old and has adult onset ADHD. Spent the entire 45 minute graduation fixing her graduation cap - pinning and re-pinning the bobby pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noy - single mother of three and heroin addict. She has been clean for a few months and has to have drug tests every three days. She has a job starting next week at Evergreen Hospital! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one girl who had to drop out of this cohort. She was kidnapped by her ex-boyfriend and held for several days. She finally was released and is back home recovering. She can re-start the program in the summer time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are others - and my dad has a whole new group of students starting next week. This time he has 17 - and one single dad! My dad is truly in his element! He is proud of his students and is probably the only positive male influence in their lives-you can tell they respond to him and his quirks with love. They all hooted and hollered when he got up to speak and you can tell that they learned a lot from him - mostly about self-esteem and that they are their #1 asset! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was proud to be there and proud of these women for making this step for their kids and themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2329826613472303153?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2329826613472303153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2329826613472303153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2329826613472303153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2329826613472303153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-dad-teaches-at-edmonds-community.html' title='Happy Graduation!'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-3338861314456092104</id><published>2008-03-02T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:25:06.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R8uLLhlE-lI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FIpdFrWeHe0/s1600-h/416px-H_Hoffmann_Struwwel_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R8uLLhlE-lI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FIpdFrWeHe0/s200/416px-H_Hoffmann_Struwwel_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173381627073854034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the daughter of a teacher was a wonderful treat. Growing up, books were very much part of my life. My mom made sure we always had books - and always good ones - and we usually got one or two for each holiday and birthday. Remembering these books is good for me and remembering the love of reading that my mom instilled in me is also something I want to instill in others. I also remember realizing that my mom also had favorite books when she was little and she shared those books with me and my sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listed a few of my favorite books here - in hopes that maybe you'll pick one up and read it or you'll remember some favorite books of your childhood and maybe comment on them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swimmy&lt;/em&gt; - this is such a fun little book about a little fish that swims against the crowd. It was how my folks taught me that it's ok to be different and that everyone is worth something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make Way for Ducklings&lt;/em&gt; - I loved this story of a little family of ducklings and the peril of living in the Public Garden. Can you name the ducklings? I'll get you started...Jack, Pack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harriet the Spy&lt;/em&gt; - Harriet was spunky and fun and a true "tom-boy". I was called a boy more often than I liked when I had a bowl haircut...so I identified well with Harriet. I also would love to be a spy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the Red Fern Grows&lt;/em&gt; - A heart wrenching story about a boy and his hound dogs. I am not sure why I don't like dogs as this was one of my favorite books. Thanks to Mr. Larsen for introducing this book to me during 5th grade outdoor camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How the Grinch Stole Christmas &lt;/em&gt;- the kid sister got her nickname from this book - because she looked exactly like Cindy Lou Who. This book proves that even a Grinch can have a change of heart - makes me hopeful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Der Struwwelpeter &lt;/em&gt;- (pictured above) My 100 year old Granny is German and her mom came over and was a nurse in Chicago before moving to Seattle...therefore, this was introduced to me by my granny. Now, the German's don't mess around and these are 10 stories of children (also illustrated) who misbehave in some way and then get nailed - some very grotesquely. The moral is pretty clear and I was duly afraid to misbehave! My favorite one was about the little boy who WOULD NOT stop sucking his thumb...so this scary guy came in and cut off both his thumbs (with pictures!!). I was a finger sucker...so this moral was not lost on me! You really should read these - they are profound for a book from 1845!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of my favorite books - I know you had favorites as a kid...list them here and tell us why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-3338861314456092104?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3338861314456092104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=3338861314456092104' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3338861314456092104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3338861314456092104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-daughter-of-teacher-was-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R8uLLhlE-lI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FIpdFrWeHe0/s72-c/416px-H_Hoffmann_Struwwel_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-6265943415413015923</id><published>2008-02-29T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:43:51.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes we Can (part two)</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my mom on the phone last night and I said that I loved that I could call her and say "vote for Barack" and she would say "Okay!". Now, my mother is college educated and very smart...she is not a sheep (my dad may be!) and is capable of making her own decisions, but it's kind of fun that she jumps on board and is willing to listen to her kids' passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has NEVER voted for a democrat in her entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to GO MOM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-6265943415413015923?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6265943415413015923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=6265943415413015923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6265943415413015923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6265943415413015923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes-we-can-part-two.html' title='Yes we Can (part two)'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2661986519292776604</id><published>2008-02-26T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:46:54.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Fair 2008</title><content type='html'>Today I got to be the Science Fair judge at our Kent View Elementary Science Fair. Normally, I sit in my office, looking out at nature (there were FIVE deer out today) and play with my eco-sphere, lady bug hut, or ant farm. I do work, but I don't see kids as I work in administration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a lot of fun for me. I got to see the kids that are the reason we exist! I was a judge for the grades 2-4 science fair projects. I loved, loved Japandeep's experiment with hot water and plastic bottles. What a sweet little girl she is and it was c.l.e.a.r. that she did her own project - no help from mom &amp; dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also loved Cole's birdnests. He found them on the farm he lives on (see mom's blog here: &lt;a href="http://www.dianesfarm.blogspot.com"&gt;www.dianesfarm.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked Michael's project. He was very proud to present the balloon filling with vinegar and salt. His mom is a single parent who wants him to go to Christian School and she struggles to make her payments every month - but does it...and then helped him with his science project! Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there was Nai - a new kid this year - has hella anger issues but you wouldn't know it when he presented his parachute project. He did not have one report written but when he presented it to us, it was GENIUS! He even MADE the parachutes....himself...I hope he gets honorable mention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that Christian School is for the rich or the holy...but today I saw the reason that I work there and truly the real reason I hope to continue to be there and that is to make sure kids are loved and that this kind of education is open and available to ALL regardless. I know that is why I'm there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2661986519292776604?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2661986519292776604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2661986519292776604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2661986519292776604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2661986519292776604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/science-fair-2008.html' title='Science Fair 2008'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-6026764927337717296</id><published>2008-02-23T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:34:11.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A chubby girl's guide to hiking (always bring T.P.!)</title><content type='html'>The past two weekends the kid sister, her dog Griffey and I have gone out on nature hikes around the Puget Sound. Last weekend we hiked the Preston-Snoqualmie trail all the way to the end. There was a lovely view of the Falls and the Lodge and I couldn't help but wish I was inside, eating a 4-course country breakfast with a Chocolate Pot. If you've never been...GO!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that was a three mile - two hour jaunt and the last forty minutes was all up hill. My rear-end was sore for three days. Being the novice hikers that we are, we failed to bring any water or peanuts with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to Cougar Mountain and hiked Trail W1 - four miles round trip. This time we brought energy drinks and water. So about 2.5 miles in I had to stop and made the mistake of drinking my entire energy drink all at one time. I made it about another .5 of a mile and then all hell(or should I say all my bowels) broke loose! I ran into the woods, asked the kid sister if she could see me, grabbed a branch and squatted! Whew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I left a piece of myself behind on Cougar Mountain. I need to always remember to bring a small bit of t.p. with me on each and every nature hike. Words to the wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend...it's a surprise, but I get to pick the hiking spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-6026764927337717296?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6026764927337717296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=6026764927337717296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6026764927337717296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6026764927337717296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/chubby-girls-guide-to-hiking-always.html' title='A chubby girl&apos;s guide to hiking (always bring T.P.!)'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2651242889255882805</id><published>2008-02-19T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:38:27.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged</title><content type='html'>I knew Missy Ortiz (Melissa Baldwin from beediva.blogspot.com) in college and it's been fun to "confess" who I was in love with back then - people we knew!! So, she tagged me - which to be honest, I don't really know what that means. However, according to her rules...I have to put up 7 things you may not know about me. As Melissa, I'm pretty open with people so it will be hard to come up with things that won't make my mom faint dead away and things you actually may not know. Then I have to tag people - so beware! You may be next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing #1 - I love...love...love football. Not just a passing fancy. I am addicted to football so please don't schedule board meetings, work, family gatherings or anything else near a football game. I need plenty of time to get my "game face" on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing #2 - I have four tattoos. I have a tramp stamp of flowers, a ladybug, the Chinese symbol for forgivness and on my upper back...my very favorite QUEEN BEE - with a little bee wearing a crown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing #3 - Following Melissa's lead...I'm an Open Theist and think evolution is cool (o.k. my friend Diane just had a small heart attack). I love to dialogue with others about Jesus. HE IS why I live and HE IS who I want to serve-the other stuff is all debatable!! I have strong opinions about a lot of things, but, for me, it all comes down to Jesus and knowing him better and understanding his Kingdom commands. This has not stopped me from having several faith crises during my journey. Those are fun to talk about as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing #4 - I would love to take a road trip cross country. I dreamed about this with my middle sister and she went and got married and had babies. Now we're kind of old and involved...but I would still love the chance to visit places in this great country of ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing #5 - Once, while in China, I ate...sheep vagina. There...I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing #6 - I probably have, in my closet right now and overflowing onto the bedroom floor, at least 70 pairs of shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing #7 - I really like beer and do not think that has any bearing on my spirituality or love of Jesus. It does have a bearing on my waist. Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Really random and strange. I'm sure that everyone knew all that already - mabye except #5. There is more I could say...but some is just too embarassing!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...here's the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - List 7 random things about yourself that people may not know.&lt;br /&gt; - Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.&lt;br /&gt; - Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt; - Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. Sadly, I don't have 7 blog friends. Is it bad to love those I do have??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll tag Theologymom (theworldaccordingtochrista.blogspot.com) &amp; Lori (lorifelder.blogspot.com). Sorry, my blogspot "insert link" feature is not working on my work computer...so I'm 100% ghetto and proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RLG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2651242889255882805?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2651242889255882805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2651242889255882805' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2651242889255882805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2651242889255882805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-3782317055457754570</id><published>2008-02-16T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:25:52.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting Weekend - it's what us single gals do</title><content type='html'>This weekend the kid sister and I have been babysitting and currently, instead of minding our two charges...we're blogging and watching Food Network. The kids are fine. They're around here somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kids. I really do - even though the hard candy shell would say otherwise. I especially love these two. For some reason, they crack me up. Will is very much a boy and loves to play trains, Optimus Prime, and Pokeman. He is also very loving and loves his booty spanked (in love of course). He climbs all over you and then says "can I kiss you?" What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Lora. She is hilarious and loves to play dolls, or just sit in your lap. She has the mind of a steel trap and remembers everything you ever said to her EVER. This can be good and bad. It's hard to put her off because she'll remember it and then you're on the hook. Christa once said that due to her lack of sight, the enormous amounts of information she takes in and processes would boggle our minds. Since a lot of our sensory information is processed through vision, we can only imagine what she must do simply to make sense of her surroundings. She is so fun and funny and it's never a dull moment with her. She loved her Valentine Barbie and is now taking a bath with it while I still blog and still watch t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, the kid sister is down there. I'm glad to be part of these kids lives and maybe...just maybe...make an imprint on their hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-3782317055457754570?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3782317055457754570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=3782317055457754570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3782317055457754570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3782317055457754570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/babysitting-weekend-its-what-us-single.html' title='Babysitting Weekend - it&apos;s what us single gals do'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-1720393844064351137</id><published>2008-02-12T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:06:41.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They make me get on the scale and I say NO NO NO</title><content type='html'>So, I guess if you're a drugged out singer with bad hair and bad eyeshadow you win a grammy - who knew! Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to weigh tonight. The scale has stayed exactly the same all week - which is not a good sign as the WW scale weighs heavier than my home scale. So, it's not good. I logged 240 activity minutes this week too. I cheated only on the weekend - maybe two meals. I'm at the frustrating (a.k.a. quitting point) as I'm doing the "right" stuff and it's not showing up anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-1720393844064351137?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1720393844064351137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=1720393844064351137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1720393844064351137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1720393844064351137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/they-make-me-get-on-scale-and-i-say-no.html' title='They make me get on the scale and I say NO NO NO'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-3242035883674076745</id><published>2008-02-11T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:01:58.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Purge &amp; Weight Loss of 2008</title><content type='html'>I watched Oprah the other night and the show was about organizing your clutter. This was a novel concept until the author (Peter Walsh) on the show suggested that the clutter in my house could be contributing to why I am fat. His book is called "Does this Clutter Make my Butt Look Fat." Catchy...real catchy. You gotta love a book that features the author's full picture on the front cover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an interesting concept. Therefore, if you declutter, it would stand to reason then that the weight would come off. Lo &amp; behold, the family they featured decluttered and started the weight loss journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see some of that in my own home. I have clutter. Not bad clutter but a lot of crap that needs to be either removed, stored, tossed, donated or re-purposed. I have taken inspiration from my blog friends to do this but didn't make it very far. Yet, if it's contributing to my weight gain (or making me fat) then I want to get rid of it pronto! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop psychology? Maybe. However, I now have two huge Rubber Maid tubs to take to the Goodwill next time I go to Seattle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-3242035883674076745?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3242035883674076745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=3242035883674076745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3242035883674076745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3242035883674076745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-purge-weight-loss-of-2008.html' title='Great Purge &amp; Weight Loss of 2008'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-7909024265813437231</id><published>2008-02-07T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:19:25.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get taxes done...check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R6u507D0VAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yBs0SfyO2i4/s1600-h/barack-obama-bw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R6u507D0VAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yBs0SfyO2i4/s200/barack-obama-bw.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164425716568445954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filed my taxes today..while at work. I was bored and turbo tax sends me my sign-on name like every two days...so I thought "what the heck...let's see how much I will owe the IRS this year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo &amp; behold...I don't owe anything! I'm actually getting money back. Now, mind you I took an ungodly amount of money from every 401(b) I've ever had just to survive this year and had to pay some equally ungodly penalties..but I'm still getting some money back...just in time to spend it in Paris! It sucks to change jobs, leaving behind the comfort and security of a high paying State job to be able to do your taxes in the middle of the day and leave at 3:30 to go work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited that Barack Obama is coming to Seattle tomorrow! I have friends who are going - but alas, I will be "working" or something resembling work. I've heard predictions that there may be upwards of 10,000 people at his rally. Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday, I head out to caucus for the first time. I even talked to my mom about it and may have convinced her too, if she wasn't babysitting my 100 year old granny. I told her she'll still have a chance if she wants. I was proud of her for stepping outside of the "red" zone and into the fray. She is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of looks like Barack is looking at Lady Elaine...they look good together. Possible running mate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-7909024265813437231?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7909024265813437231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=7909024265813437231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7909024265813437231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7909024265813437231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-taxes-donecheck.html' title='Get taxes done...check'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R6u507D0VAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yBs0SfyO2i4/s72-c/barack-obama-bw.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-3703044629443255475</id><published>2008-02-05T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:10:23.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Tuesday</title><content type='html'>For many years, I could have cared less about the presidential race. I didn't even vote in the last election as I was flying home from Kauai. Mostly I have not been passionate about anyone running and I don't think the Commander in Chief really gives a rat's arse about my issues...bra..bra...bra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 24 states cast votes in the closest thing to a National Primary we've ever had. I am so excited that I want to sit by a t.v. from 5:00 PM until it's over. I'm not even going to WW tonight (well, going to weigh in, and come back to theologymom's house to watch). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps having friends who are into it too. You've heard of Oscar parties, Survivor parties, American Idol parties...well this is a Super Tuesday party! Kick the kids downstairs, grab the butter-free popcorn and let the votes be cast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's predicted that if Obama can win MA, MO, &amp; California he will have enough to secure the nomination. That's a tough road. BUT, there's also a chance if he only wins two of those states. And the double digit lead by his opponent has diminished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...it's going to be an exciting road!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. for some reason...blogger's spell check is not working so that is my disclaimer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-3703044629443255475?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3703044629443255475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=3703044629443255475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3703044629443255475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3703044629443255475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-tuesday.html' title='Super Tuesday'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2040090492594791611</id><published>2008-02-03T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T13:04:33.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheater cheater bread pudding eater</title><content type='html'>For the first time since January 8th, 2008...I cheated. I really went all out and cheated. I went to the Ram with a girlfriend from work and ate fajitas and bread pudding. It was soooo good and we shared and didn't eat the whole thing. Still, according to WW - it's 13 points. So, add that to the fajitas and the rest of the stuff I ate yesterday and a whopping 10 extra points were used. I did work out...but still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how today will end up - so far so good however. I'll have to wait until game time to see if those Sweet Maui onion chips will call my name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel good about the whole experience. I don't feel horrible about it - I planned the cheat meal and knew what I was going to eat. I went in knowing...and had some semblance of a plan. Plus, it's still three days away from weigh in. I can always resort to two-a-days to get down a few pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2040090492594791611?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2040090492594791611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2040090492594791611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2040090492594791611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2040090492594791611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/cheater-cheater-bread-pudding-eater.html' title='Cheater cheater bread pudding eater'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5889313790235908496</id><published>2008-01-30T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:44:20.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me crazy</title><content type='html'>You all can call me crazy...but I went online and looked at clothes at The Gap today. I have not been able to fit anything other than Old Navy plus size, or Lane Bryant for probably 10 years...so even looking was kind of hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also may purchase a pair of carpi pants that I found. Call them "goal" pants or 10 lb pants or whatever...but something to motivate me to keep going. I just need them in my hand - with a different label - one that says "The Gap". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up at WW by .4 (point four) yesterday. It's probably the latte I drank right before weighing in...but it still stymies my conscious when I see the + before the number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really even have NSV's this week. I drank tons of water, exercised my arse off and still...PLUS .4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a journey...a marathon journey and it helps that even the skinny girls there that I talk to struggle with the same issues that I do. I love it still and it so helps to have the accountability of Theology Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know about the Gap pants. I'm not sure if I'm that brave yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5889313790235908496?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5889313790235908496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5889313790235908496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5889313790235908496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5889313790235908496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/call-me-crazy.html' title='Call me crazy'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-1006133918154274678</id><published>2008-01-27T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:01:13.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye to Eye</title><content type='html'>I just a very long email to my BFF. You know the kind of email where you're so mad you just keep typing and you forget to punctuate and you don't care if words are spelled wrong and you hope that they will just read it and be mad about the same thing you're mad about?? One of those kinda emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, doing what we know is right is so much more difficult especially when you add in other people who are also trying to do what's right and you just do NOT see eye to eye. For me, though, having a BFF I can shoot an email to helps. She doesn't need to talk me off a ledge or anything...just read it. Knowing she knows really helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may be tired - exhausted. I am sure this has a lot to do with my situation of not being willing to do what I need to do. Actually there's a lot that goes into it besides mere exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pastor talked today about Jesus' calling his disciples. They didn't have to be the best of the best (like in Top Gun), they just had to be willing. I know that we've been called to a bigger and greater ministry, it's just sometimes it's hard and exhausting and people are protective of time and resources. I'm tired. I don't want to do it anymore. I'm jumping ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog is a great place to vent too. The blog gods don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember to run with perseverance the race set before me. It's a long journey and sometimes I get shin splints or a side ache...but I gotta keep going. Even if I don't always agree with those running alongside me or those who are not as committed. The journey is worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-1006133918154274678?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1006133918154274678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=1006133918154274678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1006133918154274678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1006133918154274678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/eye-to-eye.html' title='Eye to Eye'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5596720141855455015</id><published>2008-01-26T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:16:29.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We Can!!</title><content type='html'>Go Barack!! South Carolina down and Super Tuesday to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of many we are one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama/Edwards '08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5596720141855455015?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5596720141855455015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5596720141855455015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5596720141855455015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5596720141855455015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes We Can!!'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-69728253888633129</id><published>2008-01-25T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T10:25:07.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WW Funnies</title><content type='html'>I really like Weight Watchers - for a lot of reasons. It's fun to hang out with my BFF every week and eat really, really good dinners. It's also fun to have someone to hang out with at the meetings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meetings are fun and I really like our meeting leader. She works at the UW in a building I used to work in as well. She also helps us to think about NSV's (non-scale victories). This helps keep us motivated. During our last meeting, I leaned to Theology Mom and said that one of my NSV's was being able to put my hand down my pants. We laughed at this as it's kind of funny, but does show that some of my pants are getting too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when our leader asked for any NSV's we had this week (and I really really wanted a sticker) I raised my hand and said that I could now put my hand down my pants. It was funny and the gal in front of me turned to me and said "I bet you could count some activity points for that too!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down 9 lbs so far, and I love it. It's a "real" world non-diet. I'm still able to go out and eat and make choices that help get me where I want to go. Paris sounds good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend and remember NSV's are IMPORTANT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-69728253888633129?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/69728253888633129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=69728253888633129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/69728253888633129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/69728253888633129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/ww-funnies.html' title='WW Funnies'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-4486753867301187232</id><published>2008-01-23T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:48:06.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry..you'll find a man</title><content type='html'>One of the joys/downsides of working in Xtian ministry is devotions every morning. We started with Oswald Chambers book My Utmost for His Highest...but it was too "taxing" for some so we switched to a Max Lucado book. Talk about taxing. It's all in perception I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in devotions, we were talking about my bosses daughter. She is a junior in college and her boyfriend called their house last night to ask her dad (my boss) if he could ask her to marry him. Bra bra bra...(blah blah blah). So, my boss has another daughter who is more interested in changing the world than in men and really has a hard time with men in general. Just has a higher expectation than most can live up to. He's told stories about this daughter and she has a personality a lot like mine (from what I can tell) and she's older than this newly engaged daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded to this great news of the morning by saying "poor Hannah...this might be tough for her." And my boss agreed but then this other guy that works with us says "oh...she'll find a man!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of looked at him and said "and what if she doesn't? Is that o.k. too?" He was embarrassed and sheepishly said "well, she used to babysit our kids..." As if that was the holy grail of finding a husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has stuck with me all day because apparently in his world - as in most - there's something wrong with those of us that have not been fortunate enough to journey this world with a significant other. There must be something wrong with me (I'm fat, I like football, I have a bad attitude) as in his eyes - it's NORMAL for everyone to find someone and then life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on forgiving him for his shallowness and having blinders on what God can do through even those of us who are single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-4486753867301187232?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4486753867301187232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=4486753867301187232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4486753867301187232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4486753867301187232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-worryyoull-find-man.html' title='Don&apos;t worry..you&apos;ll find a man'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-4724157537690765005</id><published>2008-01-20T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:21:08.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hillary</title><content type='html'>It's my youngest sister's 28th birthday today. I have a few memories of that day, but funny enough, they don't involve her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Sunday and we all got ready to go to church and Holly and I came upstairs and I remember going to get in the car in the garage and seeing my mom sitting up in bed. Of course, my dad being the great communicator to everyone else but his young daughters, didn't tell us what was going on. It was just plan WEIRD that mom was not going to church with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember after church people coming up to me and asking if I was excited to have a new baby and I must be so happy. Little did I know that my dad, from the platform, had announced that my mom was in labor and he was leaving from church (notice the dedication...) to take her to the hospital. Thanks Dad for sharing with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember not ever knowing Hillary was born. We went to Cal &amp; Ruth Ketchum's house to spend the next few days and went to Papa's pizza that Sunday night. Somebody, maybe my dad, called the pizza place and told Cal that I had a sister. I do remember talking to my mom on the payphone from Papa's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childbirth in the 60's, 70's &amp; 80's was a LOT different than it is now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad Hillary was born - however I found out. She keeps me young and very stylish and takes me to Paris! Thanks Hillary - I love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-4724157537690765005?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4724157537690765005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=4724157537690765005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4724157537690765005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4724157537690765005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-hillary.html' title='Happy Birthday Hillary'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-7567367813974482863</id><published>2008-01-16T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:07:10.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here ya go Anonymous!</title><content type='html'>Last night at the store I was behind a young woman who had several things in her cart. She told the checker that she only had $27.00 (cash) and if she was going to go over that, she didn't want her celery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she got to the celery and had already rung up $26.00 (it appeared as if she were making homemade chicken soup as she had chicken, stock, noodles, etc) and so couldn't afford to pay for her celery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paid for her order and I said "I'll get your celery for you" and she looked at me and the checker looked at me, all very confused. I said again "I'll get the celery for you." She looked at me and said "Wow, Thanks a lot!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was $2.18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that living the words I preach? Man I sure hope it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-7567367813974482863?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7567367813974482863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=7567367813974482863' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7567367813974482863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7567367813974482863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-ya-go-anonymous.html' title='Here ya go Anonymous!'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2073250180429826223</id><published>2008-01-14T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:06:02.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The congenial Jesus</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a co-worker the other day about her son and the choices in music he was making for his I-pod. She was telling me that she needed to review some of his choices to ensure he was not listening to Snoop Dog or something (I guess) and in my wittiness I popped off and said "You know, Jesus said it's not what goes into a man that makes him unclean." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very funny and quite appropriate remark, in keeping with the situation. However, she just kind of looked at me funny and said something like "I didn't know he said that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comment has rested with me for about a week. You didn't know that Jesus said that. It started me thinking of this crappy, so-called Christian life that we (not you, gentle blog reader...think of someone you may know) live. This life knows NOTHING of Jesus - the Savior of our souls and of the universe. The very one who ushered in the Kingdom of God on earth and we have the audacity to NOT KNOW what he says? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, please, read the Gospels. Start with Matthew. Skip the birth genealogy and stuff and get straight to the Sermon on the Mount. Please..just three chapters 5, 6, &amp; 7. That's it! Start there. Please know something that Jesus said by the time you read my blog again. He's at least worth that. Start with Matthew 7:21. That'll wake you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I do not think you will find someone congenial to lack of knowledge in him, the poor or the disenfranchised. I don't care either if you know the Old Testement, know the Pauline letters or even Jude &amp; Revelation. How can we not know the words of Jesus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon...drop and give me 20!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2073250180429826223?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2073250180429826223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2073250180429826223' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2073250180429826223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2073250180429826223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/congenial-jesus.html' title='The congenial Jesus'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-4141148348722211850</id><published>2008-01-11T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:10:50.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing bugs me more</title><content type='html'>than when Gmail is down! I have not received one piece of email all day! It could just be my work computer is lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-4141148348722211850?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4141148348722211850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=4141148348722211850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4141148348722211850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4141148348722211850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-bugs-me-more.html' title='Nothing bugs me more'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-1484085879255535820</id><published>2008-01-09T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T08:46:40.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WW - Day one</title><content type='html'>I was pleased with my WW experience last night. I really liked the meeting leader and all the information was good. I didn't feel like I was being sold a bill 'o goods and I felt it was a genuine experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off today with 5 points for breakfast...I realize it's only 8:41 am so, hoping to keep the points within my realm. I'm excited and encouraged and realize that getting those stickers is my #1 goal! I love the point concept. It's yet another mind game for me that I think will really work...I simply CAN NOT go over my allotted points for the day. Simple yet strategic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm disappointed in the N.H. elections. Yet, once again, I was inspired by Barak's speech. He is passionate about what he wants to do for this country and he speaks from the heart. I am inspired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On yet one more note...my personal trainer quit today. Her last day is January 18th. I am really bummed out. I really liked her and what she taught me and feel a set back before I really even get WW off the ground! She has a lot of reasons for leaving and I told her that I didn't want anyone else to train me...so we may have an American Gladiator type battle between me and L.A. Fitness over this. I refuse to pay for another trainer. You think that will work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-1484085879255535820?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1484085879255535820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=1484085879255535820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1484085879255535820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1484085879255535820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/ww-day-one.html' title='WW - Day one'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-7162614809503054626</id><published>2008-01-08T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:57:09.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The road less travelled</title><content type='html'>I had to change blog layouts. I'm not creative enough to make one myself but I couldn't stand the darkness. I needed spring! color! tequila! This color is called Tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting Weight Watchers tonight with my BFF. This is not something new for me...as I've been down this road many times. But it's new in sharing. I don't share a lot but feel this is an important thing to share as I need accountability and responsibility. It will be nice to record and track eating and points and see where I stumble. My biggest stumble is eating out. I LOVE eating out with friends and family. It is what makes my life bearable and fun. So, with WW I think it's a bit more easy to eat out - but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day, a new layout, a new covenent, a new year! Here's my mantra: I will get a date in 2008!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-7162614809503054626?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7162614809503054626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=7162614809503054626' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7162614809503054626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7162614809503054626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/road-less-travelled.html' title='The road less travelled'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-8560990855816229179</id><published>2008-01-06T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:24:57.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Highlights</title><content type='html'>Here are a few snippets of weekend highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Friday night started it off right with dinner with Hillary and my BFF and her cute family just home from California. It was fun to sit at Claim Jumper and chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did not go the gym Friday, Saturday or Sunday..it's still a possibility today, but this quilt I'm under is just too cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Worked at Mosaic yesterday. It was nice to see that I had not lost my skills after so much time off. Also realized how much I love that place and what it "does" for the community of faith I belong to-it allows a place of service to random strangers and golfers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Watched the Seahawks beat the Redskins. We were at Holly's and ALL had Seahawks gear on (including my dad). It was one of the most fun days I've had in a long while. We were up and down and yelling and screaming and finally celebrated with hot dogs and burgers! What a game!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went to dinner with my friends from the UW. We get together about once every 8 weeks or so and remember how thankful we are that we no longer work there under that "regime". Sorry Kyra...the five year plan has you outta there shortly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Participated in the 2008 Wesley Covenant service today at church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Laughed when while at Chili's today after church, the waiter asks me and my nephew Brent what we'd like to drink by saying "What can I get you ladies to drink?" Brent and his long and luxurious red hair, did not appreciate it. He said "Now I'm getting a high &amp; tight." The waiter was very embarrassed and called him "bud" the entire rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Praying that my dad will get the job he's interviewing for tomorrow (Corporate training). It's a lot of money that they need! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Now will head into the evening watching the Chargers and the Titans, looking at school work and wishing the quarter did not start tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-8560990855816229179?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8560990855816229179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=8560990855816229179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8560990855816229179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8560990855816229179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekend-highlights.html' title='Weekend Highlights'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-9120666731819413146</id><published>2008-01-03T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:49:30.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Ben Witherington's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Lord forgive us for our Biblical illiteracy, and for whittling off the hard edges of Scripture because they rub us the wrong way. Forgive us for our arrogance and ignorance which is always a lethal combination. Forgive us Lord for treating our cultural preferences as if they were Biblical absolutes, and forgive us for perverting your Gospel which is Good News for the poor into empowerment for those who long to be richer, wealthier, scratching the itch of a greedy soul. Lord forgive us our sense of entitlement and for treating you as if you were the great Santa Claus in the sky whose mission in life is to fulfill all our worldly longings and desires.&lt;/blockquote&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;Dr. Ben Witherington&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Dr. Witherington's personal blog and is part of a prayer he has posted there. I suggest reading the entire prayer as it's powerful and true. I took this snippet and quote it here because I need to remember this today and everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-9120666731819413146?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://benwitherington.blogspot.com/' title='From Ben Witherington&apos;s blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9120666731819413146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=9120666731819413146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/9120666731819413146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/9120666731819413146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-ben-witheringtons-blog.html' title='From Ben Witherington&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-7868481260679299140</id><published>2008-01-02T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:56:36.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>867-5309</title><content type='html'>There's nothing that strikes fear in my heart more than a late night phone call. I lay there and play out scenarios in my head of who has died or who is in the hospital. This probably stems from my childhood days when my dad was pastor of a large church in Eugene and he would get late night calls of people sleeping and drinking and doing other lewd and lascivious acts on church property. He would have to get out of bed and go down there. We did not live close and I never understood why his name was on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night...I'm laying there trying to deal with this surge of bad news that awaits me on the end of this phone call. I go and see the caller i.d. on the cell phone and it's a "wrong number" or number I don't recognize and have not been able to identify using all of my collection techniques. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, MR/MS 425-223-3745 - you are dead to me and your number is published for all the world to see! At least all six people that may read my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-7868481260679299140?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7868481260679299140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=7868481260679299140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7868481260679299140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/7868481260679299140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/867-5309.html' title='867-5309'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-4248627977391725703</id><published>2007-12-31T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:13:08.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass the cold turkey</title><content type='html'>I love this day - it's a chance to start over and make all kinds of resolutions that we have no real plans of keeping. Yet, it gives a chance to dream big, wish big and resolve that this year will be different than last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should make a list of the things I do NOT resolve to do...i.e. eat McDonald's, start smoking, etc. I guess I just don't like setting myself up for failure. If I say I won't drink coffee anymore, that's a huge lie and the resolution will be broken by tomorrow at 8:00 am. But if I say I will only drink one coffee/day, that's a bit more reasonable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a few years ago, while watching Oprah, someone made the statement that we should all require more of ourselves. This saying has stuck with me since then and I really like it. It is simple yet powerful. It says so much without promissing stuff that is unattainable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, this year, I resolve to RMOY - require more of myself. Therefore, I should get my butt to the gym before it closes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure though, if these don't work there's always Lent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-4248627977391725703?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4248627977391725703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=4248627977391725703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4248627977391725703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4248627977391725703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/pass-cold-turkey.html' title='Pass the cold turkey'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5090141947737777285</id><published>2007-12-27T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:02:32.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was making rather merry</title><content type='html'>Being back at work a mere 36 hours after the big event reminds me that I am not 12 and on Xmas break. Although it's relatively quiet, there's not a lot to do, and I'm doing a lot of staring outside at the snow, I'd really rather be elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking online at the place we're staying...when we go to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my brother-in-law cashed in his frequent flyer miles and it was enough for Hillary and I to go to Paris. We're going in March and we'll be gone for about 8 days. I can't really believe it's going to happen and I probably won't believe it until I am actually on the plane and we take off. I got my passport out last night and looked through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the apartment rented for our stay: &lt;a href="http://www.vrbo.com/160830"&gt;http://www.vrbo.com/160830&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's the Eiffel Tower in view. I'm not sure how I got this lucky or why my bro-in-law likes me...but I'm grateful and happy to be spending some of the Springtime in Paris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5090141947737777285?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5090141947737777285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5090141947737777285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5090141947737777285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5090141947737777285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-making-rather-merry.html' title='I was making rather merry'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2191895941059657140</id><published>2007-12-24T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T08:39:12.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise men DON'T seek him...they FIND him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R3CSRt5spqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_cNwXdDxjKw/s1600-h/christmas-songs-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R3CSRt5spqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_cNwXdDxjKw/s200/christmas-songs-15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147775207161505442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God announces the best gift known in human or spirit history only to two groups of people. Shepherds, which are the lowest of the low in Jewish society, not because they are shepherds, but typically because they can't be bat mizvahed. This is because they can't read or write, which is a requirement to proceed to Jewish manhood. So, instead of living "within the law" they are "out" law if you will. Yet, God chooses to reveal his only son to them...and them alone. Not to the High Priests, not to Herod...or to Rome even...but to shepherds. To the outlaw, to the lowly, the uneducated, smelly and poor. Jesus later identifies himself as the Good Shepherd. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the elegance of this?? He reveals his SON - the long awaited MESSIAH...to only them! It shows how important these folks are to the Kingdom established in the manger in Bethlehem. Messiah has come and  he only tells the shepherds. A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd group he reveals to is some Asian men from Babylon. Not a Jew in the bunch...some wise men in Babylon and somehow they figure out that they must go and see he who was born, King of the Jews. This ticks Herod off to no end! The story is so amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so amazing...he changes the course of human history with the birth of his son and with who he chooses to tell. I know some shepherds in my life...who I need to be a little nicer to. I also know some wise men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for tonight and for the revelation of Jesus on earth to Shepherds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2191895941059657140?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2191895941059657140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2191895941059657140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2191895941059657140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2191895941059657140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/wise-men-dont-seek-himthey-find-him.html' title='Wise men DON&apos;T seek him...they FIND him!'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R3CSRt5spqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_cNwXdDxjKw/s72-c/christmas-songs-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-8726262869983892199</id><published>2007-12-20T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:57:52.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The eagle...or the peace has landed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R2srqd5sppI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ggC9-5jIlLc/s1600-h/2601715293174040_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R2srqd5sppI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ggC9-5jIlLc/s200/2601715293174040_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146255007782053522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our internet at work as been out for several days. Since ALL systems I use are internet reliant...I was screwed. I left at 2:30 and headed for the new &amp; improved L.A. Fitness. It is an amazing club. All new machines, weights, racquetball, etc etc. It's kind of like I don't belong there anymore. The best part is the fans they have to cool you as you're walking, riding, or ellipticalling. A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. Now if they would just provide a smoothie boy to bring me a smoothie every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time of crisis is just about over and I thank you for bearing the burden with me. It's sucked...trust me. But, thanks to the kindness of friends that is unbelievable and my new found ability to yank money from an old IRA...I will be flush by the end of the year!! I just got the call about the IRA today and it was a Christmas miracle to be sure. I can pay my mortgage and maybe even my car payment!! THANK YOU JESUS (and friends...for acting like Jesus!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who prayed and continue to pray for me. What a roller coaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-8726262869983892199?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8726262869983892199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=8726262869983892199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8726262869983892199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8726262869983892199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/eagleor-peace-has-landed.html' title='The eagle...or the peace has landed'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R2srqd5sppI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ggC9-5jIlLc/s72-c/2601715293174040_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-606090105129889526</id><published>2007-12-18T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:02:06.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace...peace...God's peace...</title><content type='html'>My pastor spoke about the peace of Christmas this past Sunday and the message has stuck with me through this week. This has been a HARD week for me. I don't just mean hard in the sense of lots to do and people to please...I mean hard as in I don't know what I'm going to do kinda hard. The hard that causes one to doubt the peace that passes all understanding...the hard that requires friends and family and even blog readers to pray twice as much for you in order to bear the burden. It's the kind of hard that is easy to assume Jesus will not care about or take care of. That's where I'm at...and at this time of year? Shameful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, my wise pastor's words have stuck with me as he shared that there is a peace that can pass my feeble understanding - a peace that is like oil over the skin - soaks in and is hard to wash off. A peace that I so desperately need at this moment. An "it's gonna be alright" kind of peace. A sitting in Jesus arms kind of peace. A Bethlehem kind of peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-606090105129889526?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/606090105129889526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=606090105129889526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/606090105129889526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/606090105129889526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/peacepeacegods-peace.html' title='Peace...peace...God&apos;s peace...'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-6213945641561135101</id><published>2007-12-13T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:04:09.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deck the Halls! The Shoppin' is done!</title><content type='html'>I have finished Christmas shopping! I went to Costco today and picked up one more little thing for my friend Theology Mom - a little something for her to take on her trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching I finally found Ellie's present and can say that I am done! I vowed to by 100% of my gifts online this year (except stocking stuffers) and with one exception...I succeeded! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not only done with shopping - I'm done with school for the quarter. Now I can play solitaire at work instead of doing homework! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just finish my Christmas cards, clean my house, finish trimming my tree, hang my stockings by the chimney with care and maybe bake something...it would be a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the Christmas parties this weekend and they should be fun. I also get to work at Mosaic on Sunday after a hiatus. I think I might have gotten fired...but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-6213945641561135101?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6213945641561135101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=6213945641561135101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6213945641561135101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/6213945641561135101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/deck-halls-shoppin-is-done.html' title='Deck the Halls! The Shoppin&apos; is done!'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5715211685977342397</id><published>2007-12-10T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:16:25.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice job Linus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R14rBSYVppI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hHO0v9WYarI/s1600-h/linus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R14rBSYVppI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hHO0v9WYarI/s200/linus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142595125617469074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Brown: "Isn't there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linus: "Sure Charlie Brown, I can tell you what Christmas is all about...lights please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and there were in the same country, shepherds, abiding in the field keeping watch over their flock by night, when lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them and the Glory of the Lord shown round about them and they were sore afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the angel said unto them, FEAR NOT, for behold I bring you tidings of great joy which shall be to ALL people. For UNTO YOU is born this day in the City of David, a SAVIOR, which is Christ the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this shall be a sign unto you, you shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the Heavenly Host praising God and saying 'Glory to God in the Highest, and on earth, peace, good will toward men.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Christmas is all about Charlie Brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5715211685977342397?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5715211685977342397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5715211685977342397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5715211685977342397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5715211685977342397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/nice-job-linus.html' title='Nice job Linus'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R14rBSYVppI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hHO0v9WYarI/s72-c/linus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2608052639716990430</id><published>2007-12-08T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:11:11.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All.night.long</title><content type='html'>Last night Hillary and I went to my friend Rebecca's house to finish (or start!) our Christmas stamping. It was a fun evening of pizza, ice cream, little red-headed Mallory and stamping! I finally broke down and made 8 different cards and Rebecca helped me get my real Christmas cards ready for assembly. They are really cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca also invited another friend over. This friend is from her church and they are in Stampin' Up together. This is the kind of person who talks...non-stop...all.night.long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that she talked all.night.long. It wasn't the kind of interesting talk either...it was a kind of "all about me" talk that is highly annoying - yet very telling of the kind of insecurities a person has. She wanted to know why I didn't have kids. I didn't really have a good answer and it's been bugging me ever since. My normal answer is "cuz I'm not married..." but that didn't seem to fit this situation. We talked about school and she asked what my MA is in and I told her Organizational Leadership and she laughed and said "so you can organize my closets??" Ha.ha.ha. So not funny (well kinda funny)! This went on all.night.long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Hillary about her today as we were all kind of getting annoyed with her-all except Rebecca who was sweet and nice and encouraging and then told me that Stephanie had recently been saved and was really trying to turn her life around. As we were leaving Stephanie said "thanks for including me in your Friday night plans". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was annoying, talked too much and had way to much hair dye in her eyebrows, but I was reminded that this is EXACTLY the type of person I'm called to love - regardless. And yes...I will include you in our Friday night plans again Stephanie and I will pray for you and your children and boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2608052639716990430?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2608052639716990430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2608052639716990430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2608052639716990430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2608052639716990430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/allnightlong.html' title='All.night.long'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5870398673738663233</id><published>2007-12-03T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:25:05.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a patriot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R1cXICYVpoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rLEbFJhj95o/s1600-h/nfl_29_20070421053217.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R1cXICYVpoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rLEbFJhj95o/s200/nfl_29_20070421053217.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140602926512055938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think that I hate another NFL football team more than I hate the New England Patriots. They are cheaters, womanizers, gutless, arrogant and jerks. They are not losers, however. Which is probably why I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Brady has one kid with one woman who he's not married to and is now seeing some scrawny model (not the mother of his son). So, he's a real gem of society. Then there's the coach...biggest cheater in the N.F.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wes Welker only got me one point on my Fantasy league. Hate should not be something we discuss this close to the holidays..but I can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me rant. Seahawks fans unite! This weekend we could clinch the NFC West division (for like the 12th year in a row...). Also, the two Hasselbeck brothers will be squaring off against one another. Should be fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5870398673738663233?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5870398673738663233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5870398673738663233' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5870398673738663233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5870398673738663233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-not-patriot.html' title='I am not a patriot'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R1cXICYVpoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rLEbFJhj95o/s72-c/nfl_29_20070421053217.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-4610695189282307835</id><published>2007-12-01T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:47:07.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Seattle</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Mo for a meeting and when we got done, Christa and I went to Pacific fabrics to get...well...fabric! I needed a new Christmas apron for the one day I may work in December at Mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so talented and bought fabric to make bags, aprons and other cute little bits for the holidays. Then we went to lunch. I looked outside and (mind you we're in Northgate...some 25 miles from my house) saw huge, white flakes coming down like crazy. Needless to say, I got CW home safe and then it took me only an hour to make it up to my little home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a paper due and my 2nd job staring me in the face. But, I'm blogging and listening to the weather reports to see if Church will be a possibility tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to Phil (my bro-in-law living in Kuwait) and he already reserved a Seabrook house for next Thanksgiving! I love that guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work! Get to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-4610695189282307835?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4610695189282307835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=4610695189282307835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4610695189282307835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4610695189282307835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-in-seattle.html' title='Snow in Seattle'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-8147010757674606217</id><published>2007-11-26T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:25:07.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleanliness is next to...</title><content type='html'>I really want to get my Christmas decorations out and put them up. However, I have this evil punishment that I submit myself to in that I can't put decorations up until my house is clean. My house will not be clean until it grows some 700 square feet or so...or until pig's fly or until Jesus comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my house and it's lack of cleanliness correlates directly to my life. More specifically to my checkbook. So, when my checkbook is cleaned up then maybe I'll clean up my house. It's not really that bad. There are a lot of shoes and peer-reviewed articles laying around. I also have a paper due this week and am going to take Thursday off to power-write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night is a fun evening at Mosaic with the ladies of my church. My friend has the cutest Christmas cards ready for us to make and take and I'm excited for a fun evening of coffee, cards and a few friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that..not much happening this week. Maybe, just maybe, I'll clean my house and hang a few lights. I'm getting excited for the holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-8147010757674606217?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8147010757674606217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=8147010757674606217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8147010757674606217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8147010757674606217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/cleanliness-is-next-to.html' title='Cleanliness is next to...'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5541253061600112568</id><published>2007-11-24T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:51:24.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my family</title><content type='html'>Spending a few days with your family you learn to appreciate them in new ways. Here are a few things I love about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You are always supportive of your family. You love each of us wholeheartedly and are always willing to give up your seat, game, book, puzzles to any of us that ask. I love you and how you love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You are an amazing nurturer. You take care of each of us so well. You always see the good in each of your children and grandchildren and are not quiet about it. You always make sure we are taken care of first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokey: Your humor and impressions always make me crack a smile. You're always willing to challenge me when I'm sassy and you are not intimidated at anything. Plus you're fun to be with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly: I love your quick wit and your ability to laugh at yourself first. You also have a mind like a steel trap - and you love me anyway! I wish you didn't remember so much, but glad you've forgiven me. Thanks for loving me and putting up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil: You crack me up daily and your football knowledge is amazing. You do not treat me like the ugly third wheel stepsister, but always like a friend. You add joy to my entire family and I love that you love my sister (and me) and show it in tangible ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: You are my gal pal when Phil is gone and I so appreciate that you're willing to hang out with me. Bike riding with you today, I was filled with pride and love for you and the wife and sister and daughter you have been. Thanks for loving me and never making me feel awkward or dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent: I'm proud of you and how you give me a full kiss on the lips and are not embarrassed of your silly old aunt. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: You are fun to be with and I loved that you made my bed everyday. You are great at taking care of me and loving me-silly old aunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for this weekend spent with people I love. I am blessed and grateful that you all love me for me and don't require that my hair be perfect or that I have money in the bank. Thanks for loving me family. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5541253061600112568?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5541253061600112568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5541253061600112568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5541253061600112568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5541253061600112568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-my-family.html' title='I love my family'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-3893523964398992016</id><published>2007-11-22T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:16:56.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Feast</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day. I've just awoken from a triptophan induced nap and am ready for round 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seabrook is great - there's not a lot too it yet so if you're used to the Oregon coast, this is a little different. I think we'll go into Ocean Shores tomorrow for some holiday shopping. I wonder if any place is open at 5:00 am??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting ready to watch '300' in a bit after the USC game. What a wonderful day to set aside and be thankful. It's a lot of work and we're all tired, but I think we are all happy to be together and remember those we love who are not with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Hope it was great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-3893523964398992016?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3893523964398992016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=3893523964398992016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3893523964398992016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3893523964398992016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-feast.html' title='Thanksgiving Feast'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-4646445191513134309</id><published>2007-11-21T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:38:21.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the river....thru the woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R0SUScVqnjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/d7862ygKV58/s1600-h/IMG_0001(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R0SUScVqnjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/d7862ygKV58/s200/IMG_0001(18).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135392519674830386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for the beach today. We are spending Thanksgiving in &lt;a href="http://seabrookwa.com"&gt;Seabrook, WA&lt;/a&gt;. Normally, we don't all go away as a family so this will be interesting and hopefully fun. We're a great family when we get together but then we all go to our own homes and our own comforts and it will be an interesting mix of who stays up late, who sleeps in all day and how we relate to one another 24 hours a day. Where's my flask??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the house we're staying in - I think it will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you all are thankful to be where you're at and who you're with. Maybe I'll blog tomorrow about 112 things I'm thankful for. Leaving work now is one of them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-4646445191513134309?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4646445191513134309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=4646445191513134309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4646445191513134309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/4646445191513134309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/over-riverthru-woods.html' title='Over the river....thru the woods'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/R0SUScVqnjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/d7862ygKV58/s72-c/IMG_0001(18).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-389594592285686518</id><published>2007-11-18T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:01:07.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love me...do what I say</title><content type='html'>Today is a hard Sunday for me. It's our Harvest Sunday at church in which we invite our community's homeless and needy for a hearty Thanksgiving meal, cooked and served by all the congregations at SFC. It's hard because it's long, smelly, somewhat mental, loud, and demanding. However, it is the Gospel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the toughest words from Jesus to us comes from Luke's Gospel. It is Jesus talking to thousands in one of his sermon series. He asks "Why do you call me Lord, Lord and do not do what I say?" (Luke 6:46 NASB). OUCH! I do not ever want to call him my Savior and then turn my back on what he commands me to do (feed the poor, clothe the naked, among other things.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - ONE day out of my year, I will do what he asks. I will put a behavior behind my professed love. I will probably complain, I will probably not be as cheerful as necessary but Jesus doesn't ask for that. He frankly could care less if it's easy or peaceful or if we're happy about it. There is no extra verse that says "do what I say only if it is convenient and you feel good about it." That is a very American view point and I would also suggest anti-Gospel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm going to get ready and pick up my nephew, niece and her friend and go and put a behavior behind my love. I will also remember the One who made this possible and in whom I have my salvation and be thankful that I am not on the other side of the serving table. I will also be thankful that I attend a church that allows me to put the behavior of loving into action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love Jesus? The ONLY way to know is to do, do, do (BEHAVIOR) what he says. Period. Otherwise Matthew 7:21-22 (NASB) may be your fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-389594592285686518?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/389594592285686518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=389594592285686518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/389594592285686518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/389594592285686518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-you-love-medo-what-i-say.html' title='If you love me...do what I say'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-3464115069220551632</id><published>2007-11-13T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:16:47.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we different?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"You are different. You are different because now you know that God exists, and [God] alone matters. It is an overwhelming, awesome thought.... You are different in the sense that now all people belong to you and are part of you, and you belong to all people. At the same time, you belong only to God, and you belong to [God] totally. There is a distinction between you and others, and at the same time, there is no distinction at all, but a blending of all into one. The demarcation that exists is a spiritual one, born of what you have lived and what you can never explain."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Catherine de Hueck Doherty&lt;br /&gt;Soul of My Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this quote - on so many levels. I love that God alone matters. Nothing else. He is the reason for existence...not family, friends, bills, jobs, money, nothing...HE is the reason. I also like it for the responsibility it requires. We know God exists and now are among a set-aside or peculiar people to do his work. We belong to all people, not in some weird existential way that we can't explain - but in a way of responsibility. A way that has no excuse other than loving them. Period. Good, bad, ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a marked people - I wonder if any of us really understands that or lives that? We know God...our lives should be different. Things no longer matter...where you live, work, eat, sleep or what you own doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of deep for a Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-3464115069220551632?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3464115069220551632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=3464115069220551632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3464115069220551632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3464115069220551632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-we-different.html' title='Are we different?'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-2901690885772770754</id><published>2007-11-11T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T14:24:44.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the mutha</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged this weekend due to my a) not having internet access and b) taking care of Lora all weekend. The not having internet access was bad - but the charge of motherhood was even harder! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most faithful blog readers know, I do not have any children. It is only by the grace of God that I have a great neice and nephew and hopefully will have another nephew (Plaxico Hillhouse) soon. But, the Lord, in his infinite wisdom (discussion for another day)  thought that I probably would make a better aunt then mother. He is so wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was really fun. Friday night I took my little pal with me to Hillary's. She kept asking when Phil (Hill's husband) was going to go to his house. It was cute. Then on Saturday morning, she had a coughing fit and threw up some mucus. I'm so glad my sister was there. She was calm and kind and Lora said "I think Heidi hates me" and Hillary said "no, she hates throwup." So true!! This night was spent with Lora's feet in my back for what seemed like all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent at Lora's - after a thrilling trip to Target for a new My Little Pony beauty salon and the newest Veggie Tale DVD, we were back at Lora's for some down time. I decided at this point, it would be a good idea to give her some medicine for a different problem...needless to say 45 minutes later she was soaking in a bath getting all the cracks and crevices clean. I got it from both ends this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I asked her where she wanted to stay and she said "At Hillary's with that man." I'm assuming she meant Phil. But, Kat and Juicy were nice enough to come over for dinner and then Kat stayed with me for the night. She held Lora until she fell asleep and put her into her own bed. Lora stayed asleep (yes in her own bed!) until 4:30 am. She kind of fake cried and I went and got her. We slept until time for church. It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much respect for mothers and the shear effort it takes to attend to these little, helpless people. I am such a control freak that I wanted it all right all the time and it just isn't going to happen. Christa, you're an amazing mom. Thanks for giving me a taste and letting me spend the weekend with Lola. It was tiring, frustrating, overwhelming and I really realize that it does take a village!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home...taking a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-2901690885772770754?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2901690885772770754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=2901690885772770754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2901690885772770754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/2901690885772770754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/ode-to-mutha.html' title='Ode to the mutha'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-8150191540792597988</id><published>2007-11-06T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:46:41.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my sister requested our Christmas lists. This is always fun for me as I get to put down a list of things that I want with all of the hope and anticipation that I might actually get them! This year I put a lot of books - and of course college sweatshirts - one from Ga. Tech that is really cool. It's not a very robust list as I really just want stuff I won't buy myself - which(sadley) is almost nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck, as I was comprising my list, by the fact that there are only three more paychecks until Christmas. This hit me rather hard because I have everyone to buy for and only a few pennies. I wished that I could sew or bake or makes something out of Styrofoam that would immediately bring joy to those I gave to, but alas, I am not creative nor that patient to even stick with it that long. I am sure it will work out - it always does and it's always a fun time to be together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law is coming home on Thursday and hopefully we'll celebrate his birthday as I was able to buy him a cool t-shirt (big surprise).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-8150191540792597988?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8150191540792597988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=8150191540792597988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8150191540792597988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8150191540792597988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-3718704648107766710</id><published>2007-11-02T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:26:47.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a RLG</title><content type='html'>Confession #1 - I have not been to the gym all week. The last time I set foot into L.A. Fitness was on Saturday. I am sure that I had excellent excuses all week long but I certainly can tell a difference. I will go tomorrow for sure, and then do my best to fall back into a pattern of habitual gym lurking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #2 - I am currently drinking two coffees: an egg nog latte I got this morning (for free) and a caramel machiatto that my friend Michael brought me on his way to work. They are both tasty and I don't need to eat breakfast now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #3 - I miss my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #4 - I have to work at Mo tonight and I kind of don't want to. There's a concert (which will be fun) but I don't feel like working hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #5 - I still have homework to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #6 - I called my little sister last night and quoted one of the greatest bumper stickers of all time and then hung up: "Something Wiccan this way Comes." Classic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #7 - I am doing homework while I should be working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #8 - I cancelled my trip to L.A. over the holidays (to go to school) because I needed the money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #9 - I have some of the best friends and family the world has ever known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry my confessions are not that scandalous. My life is not that exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-3718704648107766710?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3718704648107766710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=3718704648107766710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3718704648107766710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/3718704648107766710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/confessions-of-rlg.html' title='Confessions of a RLG'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-217320871034831789</id><published>2007-11-01T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:22:48.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short..</title><content type='html'>I have always thought it would be fun to explore the city and find new places to go and hang out which basically means eat.  Seattle is so full of fun little neighborhoods and each of these holds a plethera of establishments, some good &amp; some not so good, but all open for exploration. I remember once when my friends, Kat &amp; Juicy took me to a little neighborhood restaurant in Magnolia - it was so fun and really good Chicken Fried Steak (why did I capitalize that?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my youngest sister also has this wanderlust and we decided that we would go and explore these city nooks each Saturday. Well, we had good intentions but we have yet to start. I was hoping for this Saturday - maybe go explore West Seattle - California Street. I think the only eating criteria is that we have not ever been there before (and it has to be reasonable, price wise). I'm excited for this adventure and hope that she &amp; I make the time to be together and get out and explore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any recommendations from the blogesphere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-217320871034831789?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/217320871034831789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=217320871034831789' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/217320871034831789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/217320871034831789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-always-thought-it-would-be-fun.html' title='Life is short..'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-5239787297207856406</id><published>2007-10-28T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:16:16.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brick House</title><content type='html'>The ghost party was great until the hostess got sick, fell asleep and had to go home. Poor little Dutchman. Her costume was so cute and her soulbag was the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were listening to some spooky Halloween songs and then we put on Disco - which is all Bee Gee's and other great songs of disco. So, Hillary and I start bustin' a move. Finally, when Brick House came on, everyone, even Bree, reported to the dance floor. It was truly fun. I am very sore today, however. I do not think I've danced like that in years and Hillary even did a break dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite costume, besides the Dutchman, was Juicifer - he was hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Ellie to High School Musical tonight. We should have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-5239787297207856406?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5239787297207856406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=5239787297207856406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5239787297207856406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/5239787297207856406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/brick-house.html' title='Brick House'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-8773790686234974215</id><published>2007-10-26T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:16:25.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hashing Slasher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/RyIEg0S4dXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uvviTN36rGc/s1600-h/great-pumpkin-charlie-brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/RyIEg0S4dXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uvviTN36rGc/s200/great-pumpkin-charlie-brown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125664287741212018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a Halloween party this weekend hosted by a 3-year-old. She assigned everyone their costumes as well. She assigned me "Hash Slinging Slasher". WHAT? What exactly is a hash slinging slasher? Well, I've learned since then that it's some sort of fish with a spatula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I kind of thought I could just get away with wearing jeans and a t-shirt...but OH NO. All of the people coming are going all out which leaves me tomorrow to find a frickin' fish costume. I'm secretly excited though and think it will be fun. I hope we all get to dance to Thriller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a spooky weekend - unless you don't celebrate Halloween and if you don't celebrate, stop reading my blog and be gone with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-8773790686234974215?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8773790686234974215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=8773790686234974215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8773790686234974215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/8773790686234974215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/hashing-slasher.html' title='Hashing Slasher'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtiWkQCxtw/RyIEg0S4dXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uvviTN36rGc/s72-c/great-pumpkin-charlie-brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-1112608374327472748</id><published>2007-10-22T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:15:09.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tammy Update</title><content type='html'>Today I worked all day at Mosaic. Yes, I'm qualifying for sainthood within the catholic church and this is my miracle I'm trying to confirm. Anyhow, Tammy comes in this morning with the BIGGEST black eye I've ever seen. The entire left side of her face was bloody, swollen and bruised. I went over to her and asked her if she was o.k. - and then asked what happened? She said she was in an accident over the weekend. I asked her if it was in her car-and she said "I don't want to talk about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I ever see her derelict boyfriend again I don't think I'll be able to hold it together. We called her social worker and it was kind of like "there's nothing we can really do" response...so now I do not know what my response should be. Feed her...let her hang out...what??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-1112608374327472748?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1112608374327472748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=1112608374327472748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1112608374327472748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/1112608374327472748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/tammy-update.html' title='Tammy Update'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-960949127843584330</id><published>2007-10-21T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:17:50.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not who you might think...</title><content type='html'>Click the title link above (or here: http://minnesota.publicradio.org/projects/ongoing/select_a_candidate/poll.php?race_id=13) to take an interesting survey about the Presidential candidate you most match issues with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the questions honestly...you may be surprised at who your number one is! I was!&lt;a href="http://minnesota.publicradio.org/projects/ongoing/select_a_candidate/poll.php?race_id=13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-960949127843584330?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://minnesota.publicradio.org/projects/ongoing/select_a_candidate/poll.php?race_id=13' title='Not who you might think...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/960949127843584330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=960949127843584330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/960949127843584330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/960949127843584330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-who-you-might-think.html' title='Not who you might think...'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29007952.post-909595573153487184</id><published>2007-10-20T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:05:42.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader discretion advised - Mosaic, I owe you a $1</title><content type='html'>I'm not a writer like fellow bloggers Jen &amp; Lori...but I'm going to lay this out and hope you get what I'm trying to convey. If you don't just tell yourself "I must have had to be there..." and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at Mosaic Christa and I were working. Our resident schizo/homeless/mentally ill/daughter of Liz Taylor - Tammy - was there. She is usually there from when the doors open to when they close and eats all three meals there with some mochas and whip cream in between. She has a car or van or something that she parks in the Lutheran church lot where she sleeps. She doesn't smell very good and breaks out in tears often and has great stories floating in her mind that sometimes find their way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was giddy last night because her male companion (friend/boyfriend/saboteur) was there and they left together at about 7:30 or so - at which time she turns to Christa and me and says "see you guys...love you!" A little while later he comes back in and asks for a cup of water. Then she comes back in and says "wow, that was fast!" I looked at Christa and just said "I hope that doesn't mean what I think it means."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she puts a dollar into the donation box. Her money she had earned...she put into our donation box. I lost it. I sobbed for about 10 minutes. Poor Christa - not quite sure what to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the dollar - I have it and will look at it and remember Tammy. She gave what she earned - however she earned it - to Mosaic. To us. To Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29007952-909595573153487184?l=musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/909595573153487184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29007952&amp;postID=909595573153487184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/909595573153487184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29007952/posts/default/909595573153487184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofaredlettergirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/reader-discretion-advised-mosaic-i-owe.html' title='Reader discretion advised - Mosaic, I owe you a $1'/><author><name>Red Letter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10382958422461385696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
