<?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-2933143474671496756</id><updated>2011-10-09T18:57:04.973-07:00</updated><category term='movie review'/><title type='text'>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Katie. I love Jesus. I like video-editing, scrapbooking, laughing, loving people, traveling, soccer, thunderstorms, flat shoes, my cousins, reading, coffee, polka dots, the Proverbs 31 woman, my boyfriend, walking on the beach, Boston, taking pictures, LOST, The Office, and making new friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-3467371510711062381</id><published>2008-09-12T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:51:19.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiger Workout</title><content type='html'>Do you guys remember this??? Hahaha. This is only the first half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJWLw8fIhJw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJWLw8fIhJw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-3467371510711062381?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/3467371510711062381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=3467371510711062381' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3467371510711062381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3467371510711062381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/09/tiger-workout.html' title='The Tiger Workout'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-3332352390522157144</id><published>2008-09-09T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:57:21.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Documentary #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SMcpbpwgNoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bScnYvQZm6o/s1600-h/documentary+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SMcpbpwgNoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bScnYvQZm6o/s400/documentary+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244205846138730114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a documentary class at GMU and I have to create two documentaries this semester. My first is going to be on the DC United fan group &lt;a href="http://www.barra-brava.com/"&gt;Barra Brava&lt;/a&gt;. I am going to DCU's game this Saturday night versus FC Dallas to film the Barra Brava. I will film them tailgating in the parking lot, walking in together as a group, and getting rowdy in the stands. I cannot wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be excited. I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-3332352390522157144?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/3332352390522157144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=3332352390522157144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3332352390522157144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3332352390522157144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/09/documentary-1.html' title='Documentary #1'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SMcpbpwgNoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bScnYvQZm6o/s72-c/documentary+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-1960845622329583957</id><published>2008-09-08T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:01:50.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy...and Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Sorry friends that it has been so long. Since my last post I went to the beach for Labor Day with my Grandmas, visited SU, started classes at GMU and one at American University, and led my first high school Bible study. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Labor Day. My Grandma from Ohio visited so my parents took her to the beach. Naturally, my Dad brought his Mom too for a fun, Bingo-filled weekend. Those old ladies crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SMXk7ovkirI/AAAAAAAAALw/PkVyqxjHZHk/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SMXk7ovkirI/AAAAAAAAALw/PkVyqxjHZHk/s320/P1010045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243849054343170738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at them. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to SU was strange. You know when you were a senior and you told your friends who had graduated to come back whenever they wanted and you really meant it because it didn't seem weird? Well, when you're on the flip side it is strange and you understand why those graduated friends come once and never again. Nonetheless, I have openly stated my position as that loser who will be at SU every other weekend. I am okay with it. At least I will own up to it. Yes, I have few friends here and yes, I do enjoy college life and being with friends and Anthony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are amazing (besides one)! I look forward to going to every class. I say every this time because the one class I LOATHEEEEEE is online. &gt;:o I am taking 2 commuter courses at GMU and one at AU. The AU class is awesome. It is motion graphics...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kf2yk1x-Fis"&gt;like this stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as HP...I am SO MAD!!!!!!!!!!!! Why the HECK did they freaking postpone the movie from November to NEXT SUMMER! I don't care that it will make more money. Besides, who says it will? The Bat man? Where has the heart of movies gone? Why do producers only care about money and not the stories that make it for them? oi vay I say! OI VAY! You know we live in a cutthroat world when the last greatest children's hero, HP, gets postponed for money. Sad.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w122/beyonce26/Harry_Potter_6_129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w122/beyonce26/Harry_Potter_6_129.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-1960845622329583957?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/1960845622329583957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=1960845622329583957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/1960845622329583957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/1960845622329583957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy...and Harry Potter'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SMXk7ovkirI/AAAAAAAAALw/PkVyqxjHZHk/s72-c/P1010045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-6289872716585306184</id><published>2008-08-24T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:22:50.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Salisbury! Oh wait...&amp; Ocean Pines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SLIXRuftdPI/AAAAAAAAALo/gk_6csaTlfk/s1600-h/IMG_2587+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SLIXRuftdPI/AAAAAAAAALo/gk_6csaTlfk/s320/IMG_2587+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238274909891556594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that time of the year where I would normally wait until last minute to cram all of my crap into black trash bags and then go to school. Fortunately and unfortunately, that is not the case this year. I have moved on into the pseudo real world and start fall classes for grad school at George Mason tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has just hit me tonight that I will not be going back to my Jenn Booze and that she and everyone else will. Krista lives in Salisbury now. Sarah, Casey, and Colleen have moved to Silver Spring and well, that leaves only a few lucky people who will be blessed to spend time with me. :-) But seriously, it has become depressing to think I will not be returning to the Bury and that real life awaits me.  I know, however, that God has awesome plans and He will keep me thoroughly busy between work, school, and church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I was at Ocean Pines with my parents and Anthony playing on the new boat, crabbing, and just hanging out. It was wonderful. It was the last hoorah before both he and I start school. My Dad liked to point that out, but also add how he and my mom will continue in their hoorah-ing as she is retired and he gets paid an obscene amount of money to work a quarter of the year. Oh to be old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SLITnJ4eEFI/AAAAAAAAALI/n2kvXbe4pUs/s1600-h/IMG_2578+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SLITnJ4eEFI/AAAAAAAAALI/n2kvXbe4pUs/s200/IMG_2578+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238270879973904466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ironically enough, our trip to the beach was not spent at the beach at all. In fact, sand never touched my feet. Crabbing was my obsession. The first day Anthony and I conquered and caught nine crabs from a local pier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went crabbing on our boat. It was AWESOME. We caught six, I believe. You see, we were catching crabs with a purpose. Anthony and I planned to make crab imperial for dinner on Friday. We were on a mission. We had caught 15 crabs up til that day, but we wanted more. The next day we went again from the boat and caught five crabs. 21 crabs later, we were satisfied and we had steamed and picked those suckers clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SLIURBtNjSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IMFMQ5ZJcgI/s1600-h/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SLIURBtNjSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IMFMQ5ZJcgI/s200/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238271599333707042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SLIURZDkSQI/AAAAAAAAALY/GqZnL2ezd20/s1600-h/IMG_2582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SLIURZDkSQI/AAAAAAAAALY/GqZnL2ezd20/s200/IMG_2582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238271605601487106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else loves crabbing??!? I'm a crab maniac and suggest it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-6289872716585306184?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/6289872716585306184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=6289872716585306184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/6289872716585306184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/6289872716585306184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-salisbury-oh-wait-ocean-pines.html' title='Back To Salisbury! Oh wait...&amp; Ocean Pines'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SLIXRuftdPI/AAAAAAAAALo/gk_6csaTlfk/s72-c/IMG_2587+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-1233425949284785335</id><published>2008-08-19T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:19:43.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hershey Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hesca.org/past_meetings/bethlehem/images/hershey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.hesca.org/past_meetings/bethlehem/images/hershey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday I went with Anthony's family to Hershey Park for the day. It has been a long time since I have been there! They have definitely upgraded. One of my fav things to do at any amusement park is people watch. I mean there are all kinds of strange people there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite rollercoaster I would say was the Storm Runner. It was one of those coasters that starts you off going 60 mph or whatever. It scares the crap out of you, but you are always ready to get back in line again. We went on it twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always amazes me how many small children and old people go on rollercoasters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/387433738_001ba71c45_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/387433738_001ba71c45_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love to see the pictures of everyone's faces at the end of a roller coaster. Kind of like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.f-jokes.com/funny-video-picture-game-joke/tag/images/upload/94794_freaking_out_on_a_roller_coaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.f-jokes.com/funny-video-picture-game-joke/tag/images/upload/94794_freaking_out_on_a_roller_coaster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do any water rides, however, Anthony did enjoy this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SKtw9I9Il7I/AAAAAAAAALA/xD5nGf-5OXc/s1600-h/IMG_2573+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:10px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SKtw9I9Il7I/AAAAAAAAALA/xD5nGf-5OXc/s200/IMG_2573+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236403187426564018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find any more funny roller coaster faces. If you are bored, google some and post them in the comments suckas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-1233425949284785335?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/1233425949284785335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=1233425949284785335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/1233425949284785335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/1233425949284785335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/08/hershey-park.html' title='Hershey Park'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SKtw9I9Il7I/AAAAAAAAALA/xD5nGf-5OXc/s72-c/IMG_2573+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-3218655555787708404</id><published>2008-08-13T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:38:20.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monk: Sharona or Natalie?</title><content type='html'>The Monk I refer to friends is the USA original television show. It stars Tony Shaloub playing an OCD private detective and it is very entertaining, however, why is it that USA feels the need to play it ALLLLL the time? I feel like whenever I am bored and have nothing else to do I know Monk will be on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I digress. This post is not about the frequency of Monk episodes played, but about his two assistants: Sharona and Natalie. Which one did you like better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant # 1: Sharona Fleming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/27/36/0000002736_20060919193215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/27/36/0000002736_20060919193215.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharona was Monk's first assistant. She grew up in New Jersey, hence the heavy accent, and later became a nurse. After being Monk's nurse, she became his full-time assistant. She has a son and a very spicy attitude. Eventually, she ends up leaving Mr. Monk after realizing he is driving her slowly insane and affecting her love life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant #2: Natalie Teeger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G6KdisCnfIU/R2qnTWYoVQI/AAAAAAAABXk/FHa1a2I5V4o/traylorch13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G6KdisCnfIU/R2qnTWYoVQI/AAAAAAAABXk/FHa1a2I5V4o/traylorch13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie comes to Mr. Monk as a client needing him to solve a case. Someone has broken into her home looking for something and she is scared for her and her daughter's life. After Mr. Monk solves her case she decides to become his new assistant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..who do you like better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-3218655555787708404?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/3218655555787708404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=3218655555787708404' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3218655555787708404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3218655555787708404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/08/monk-sharona-or-natalie.html' title='Monk: Sharona or Natalie?'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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://lh4.ggpht.com/_G6KdisCnfIU/R2qnTWYoVQI/AAAAAAAABXk/FHa1a2I5V4o/s72-c/traylorch13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-676851961726020028</id><published>2008-08-10T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:56:10.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding.H20.Orioles.</title><content type='html'>Hi all-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend kept me very busy. Friday was Tia's wedding. She is now Tia Ryan. It ran pretty smoothly and was tons of fun. I got to walk into the reception with none other than JT's "Lovestoned" playing. I could not have been happier. The rest of the night I was a dancing machine and I now have pulled my calf muscle. An unfortunate result of a very fortunate evening. Alas, Tia is now in Jamaica doing the nasty and I am sitting in my room alone with a pulled muscle drinking coffee and watching DC United lose. Such is life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SJ9xJj40iEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/x5vwdqQGte0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SJ9xJj40iEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/x5vwdqQGte0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233025701094131778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SJ9xJrYz8kI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6kg8qqF2hSE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SJ9xJrYz8kI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6kg8qqF2hSE/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233025703107359298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night Hannah Guerra held a benefit concert called h20 to raise money for clean water in Africa. The concert featured 5 bands, one of whom was from Rhode Island! Anthony and I were "security" to make sure no hooligans caused any trouble. None did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SJ9xnBPPWLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QzO-uMrwZIs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SJ9xnBPPWLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QzO-uMrwZIs/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233026207188998322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon a bunch of us ventured to Baltimore to watch the O's get stomped by the Texas Rangers. Nonetheless, it was fun and Krista's Mom was entertaining with her Bud Lights. Hehe. Happy Birthday Randi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SJ9x-mM2PAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fhv7qsVTtgI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SJ9x-mM2PAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fhv7qsVTtgI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233026612248067074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-676851961726020028?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/676851961726020028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=676851961726020028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/676851961726020028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/676851961726020028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/08/weddingh20orioles.html' title='Wedding.H20.Orioles.'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SJ9xJj40iEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/x5vwdqQGte0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-5826431414521222668</id><published>2008-08-04T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:34:07.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Beheading on a Greyhound Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44881000/jpg/_44881651_greyhoundbus_ap226b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44881000/jpg/_44881651_greyhoundbus_ap226b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys heard this horrible story of a passenger on a Greyhound bus in Canada stabbing and decapitating a fellow passenger??? EW! &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/7535840.stm"&gt;Here is the story.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read another report today that disclosed more information. This is very disturbing. Apparently, the attacker started cutting off pieces of the victim and eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if riding a Greyhound bus in Canada isn't sketchy enough..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-5826431414521222668?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/5826431414521222668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=5826431414521222668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/5826431414521222668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/5826431414521222668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/08/canadian-beheading-on-greyhound-bus.html' title='Canadian Beheading on a Greyhound Bus'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-7818720267744037321</id><published>2008-07-31T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:39:38.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaws 2</title><content type='html'>Well folks I have gotten a part-time job, but it doesn't start until Mid-August, leaving me plenty of time to watch old movies on AMC. Today the pick of the day was Jaws 2. I have actually never seen the sequel to the infamous killer shark movie that plagued the 1970s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief Brody is still in the same town as the first movie and another Great White Shark seems to find his way into Brody's waters. After relentlessly watching the waves after a dead killer whale washes ashore our hero has a nervous breakdown and shoots a school of blue fish off the shore near swimmers. This happens after he rings a bell screaming that everyone should get out of the water. People believed him to be crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the movie progresses Chief Brody grounds his now teenage son Mike who rebels against his father by taking a bunch of friends out on some sail boats. While sailing the Atlantic the Great White decides to attack. He must have been a hungry bugger. The shark continues to stalk the teens as Chief Brody and his wife set off on a search for their disobedient son.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't formally decided what my opinion is of this movie, but I can say it is not as bad as I thought. I do believe, however, there is a third movie that I can only assume is pretty bad. It would be very hard for me to believe a third Great White ended up in Chief Brody's town...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say I think my favorite part is when a girl is water skiing off the back of a boat and the shark decides to jump up and snatch her. Keep in mind friends that my Dad just bought a 2001 Bayliner that came with water skis as well as a tube. I mean I was already afraid of sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n0/n1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n0/n1135.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo or my favorite part is when a man in a small beach patrol helicopter comes to rescue the two sailboats full of kids. Apparently a helicopter can drag boats from the water to land? Oh, but before he gets the chance he gets eaten and the kids are still being stalked by the very hungry shark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-7818720267744037321?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/7818720267744037321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=7818720267744037321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7818720267744037321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7818720267744037321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/jaws-2.html' title='Jaws 2'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-2907750499248020800</id><published>2008-07-28T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:21:59.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WWF..I Don't Get It...Do You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdn.nhl.com/panthers/images/upload/2007/10/MondayNightRaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn.nhl.com/panthers/images/upload/2007/10/MondayNightRaw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell me why the WWF is something people actually watch? As far as I can tell it is totally fake yet people seem to watch it. I seem to remember watching my ten and under year old cousins watching WWF and knowing every wrestler. It was quite disturbing. I mean what is wrong with a little SpongeBob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now boxing, I get. Kimbo Slice and others are legit. Apparently, men beating each other up is a sport, scary, but at least it is real. I mean Wikipedia clearly states: "WWE's business focus is on professional wrestling, a simulated sport and performing art which combines wrestling with theater." The WWF had revenues of $486 million last year. That's a lot of dough. I bet some small countries don't even make that in a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what is with the scantily clad women? What purpose do they serve other than to arouse the men who are about the fake beat up someone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slam.canoe.ca/WrestlingImagesV/venis_99jul24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://slam.canoe.ca/WrestlingImagesV/venis_99jul24.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the stands are consistently full! I just don't get it. I would hope America can find a new pastime other than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-2907750499248020800?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2907750499248020800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=2907750499248020800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2907750499248020800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2907750499248020800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/wwwfi-dont-get-itdo-you.html' title='WWF..I Don&apos;t Get It...Do You?'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-7746522670508890342</id><published>2008-07-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:37:09.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>I went bowling tonight with some cool high schoolers and several people had three strikes in a row. The sign for this was a turkey. This baffled me. Why should getting three stikes in a row create and image of a turkey with a three in the middle of it on the screen? Is this a common thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, where do the names "strike" and "spare" come from? Strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed some very interesting characters bowling. We all were trying to see why people would be in a league on a Saturday night? Do people really have nothing better to do in the greater Washington Metropolitan area or is it just that cool? I do not know the answer to this question, but I found a few pro bowler pictures. You be the judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is professional bowling in or out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to check out the &lt;a href="http://www.pba.com/"&gt;Professional Bowler's Association&lt;/a&gt;. You can sign up for their fantasy league! Get on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.learnbowling.com/images/image108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.learnbowling.com/images/image108.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0dFF0Ev1FM00e/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0dFF0Ev1FM00e/610x.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.usatoday.com/sports/_photos/2001-08-15-inside-anthony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.usatoday.com/sports/_photos/2001-08-15-inside-anthony.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ineedtostopsoon.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/hazel_bowling_3675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.ineedtostopsoon.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/hazel_bowling_3675.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bowlingcity.ru/img/2004_usopen_brian_voss_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.bowlingcity.ru/img/2004_usopen_brian_voss_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-7746522670508890342?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/7746522670508890342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=7746522670508890342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7746522670508890342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7746522670508890342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-7592342691685534937</id><published>2008-07-23T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:39.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop Class</title><content type='html'>I am currently in an online Photoshop class at GMU and this week our assignment was two create two flyers for two different exhibitions at the Smithisonian museums. I made one for the Crystal Skull exhibit and one for a Hip Hop exhibit. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIekqBXn_aI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7hs6n-AbktE/s1600-h/crystal-skulls-revised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIekqBXn_aI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7hs6n-AbktE/s400/crystal-skulls-revised.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226326934415736226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIekqLP_MRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eE-DyPvRDi4/s1600-h/hip-hop-revised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIekqLP_MRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eE-DyPvRDi4/s400/hip-hop-revised.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226326937068056850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-7592342691685534937?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/7592342691685534937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=7592342691685534937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7592342691685534937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7592342691685534937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/photoshop-class.html' title='Photoshop Class'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIekqBXn_aI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7hs6n-AbktE/s72-c/crystal-skulls-revised.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-3254956102446483376</id><published>2008-07-22T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:39.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Submarine Drug Bust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIZDNPNwhAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V9P6BUcWK64/s1600-h/1216422074469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIZDNPNwhAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V9P6BUcWK64/s200/1216422074469.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225938312311636994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIZDNT45gYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MBC0QFw6wpc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIZDNT45gYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MBC0QFw6wpc/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225938313566323074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOL news always has the most interesting topics. I was shocked when I logged on at the site of a homemade submarine that has been carrying drugs between Central America and the U.S. Apparently, the U.S Navy led Mexican forces to capture the submarine off Oaxaca's coast. The floating drug sub was 30 feet long, equipped with a GPS system, and a compass. Four Colombian "fisherman" on the sub were arrested. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIZDNPh93OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GVI_idaiydE/s1600-h/1216421631765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:20px 20px 20px 20px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIZDNPh93OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GVI_idaiydE/s200/1216421631765.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225938312396397794" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;The sub was full of cocaine. U.S. officials say traffickers use the vessels to carry about 32 percent of the cocaine moved by water from South America to the U.S. Apparently, many of these subs can carry 10 tons of cocaine and can be controlled by a remote control miles away. What is this world coming to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-3254956102446483376?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/3254956102446483376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=3254956102446483376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3254956102446483376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3254956102446483376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/submarine-drug-bust.html' title='Submarine Drug Bust'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIZDNPNwhAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V9P6BUcWK64/s72-c/1216422074469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-8994146853480003324</id><published>2008-07-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:40.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Beach, Crabs, and other Shenanighans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SISrmbj7gxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/i57gyrpWw9A/s1600-h/IMG_2388+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:10px 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SISrmbj7gxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/i57gyrpWw9A/s200/IMG_2388+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225490144378454802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes friends. There are more crabbing stories. Anthony and I drove down to Ocean Pines on Friday night and came back this morning. My family from Ohio was there and we had a blast. Saturday was spent at the beach where I boogy boarded in FREEZING water followed by round 2 of crabbing, or so we thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to stay away from crazy man pier so Anthony and I went back to the place my cousin, uncle, and I went beforehand. It should have been perfect except that is was SO windy. We, however, did not think the wind would affect us too much. I mean we had weights to weigh the canoe down. What could go wrong right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first sign that this adventure was not a good idea was when we put the canoe in the water and I had to ask a guy getting ready to bring in his jet ski which side was the front of the canoe. Once we established that and were in the water we realized just how much the wind carried us in directions we did not want to go, i.e. a pier. We found a spot to crab and set the anchor down. After a few minutes of watching boats and jet skis buzz by, we realized the anchor was not heavy enough due to the absence of a third person in the canoe and the heavy wind. We paddled around and were unsuccessful in finding a spot and crabbing at all. We did see a very large barracuda head with VERY large teeth. It was dead and only the head was floating around. That seemed to be the only exciting thing going on for us. We didn't crab at all and returned home disappointed. However, that night all seven of us piled into our midsize Acura and went to Shenighan's bar and grill where live music and good times ensued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SISrmxUgBxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/npwPHelWWdA/s1600-h/IMG_2435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:5px 5px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SISrmxUgBxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/npwPHelWWdA/s200/IMG_2435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225490150219319058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a more successful crabbing day. Anthony and I went to the crazy man pier. When we got there one family was there, but they soon left with a dozen crabs. The pier was all ours yet we were only catching small crabs. Then came the Asians...A family of about eight Asian people overcame the pier and within minutes they were catching huge crabs. I'm talking like 12 year olds are scooping these suckers out of the water. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SISrnPfm99I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DpkYysQLu9w/s1600-h/IMG_2437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:5px 5px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SISrnPfm99I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DpkYysQLu9w/s200/IMG_2437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225490158318974930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was very discouraging. The Asian grandparents were a trip. Neither spoke English. Grandpa Asia sat in his chair and would say something in another language when there was a tug on a line and then Grandma Asia would come and pull a huge crab out. Anthony would look at each other as if thinking, 'What the heck?!?!?' In fact, I believe that was said several times. Nonetheless, Asians and all, we ended our crabbing excusion three hours later with four large crabs. We took them back to the house, steamed them, and ate 'em! It was a good day. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-8994146853480003324?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8994146853480003324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=8994146853480003324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/8994146853480003324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/8994146853480003324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-beach-crabs-and-other-shenanighans.html' title='More Beach, Crabs, and other Shenanighans!'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SISrmbj7gxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/i57gyrpWw9A/s72-c/IMG_2388+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-2046469519080791735</id><published>2008-07-18T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:40.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crabs and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://magickcanoe.com/canoe/green-canoe-1-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://magickcanoe.com/canoe/green-canoe-1-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I was fortunate enough to spend the week at the Pines with my family from Ohio. It has been quite the adventure. Adventure you ask? Yes. I went crabbing for the first time in oh, fifteen years. I went with two Ohio-ans whose nearest water is the pond outside their house. There is on salt water near them unless they mix water and salt in a glass. The point I am trying to make is that all three of us who went crabbing were very inexperienced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my 14 year old cousin Ellen, and my carpenter Uncle Mike, went crabbing from a canoe. Yes, a canoe. Our first endeavor was on Tuesday. We took the canoe to a local crab pier in Ocean Pines. This pier is very hard to get to and not many Piners know of its whereabouts. This could be due to the fact of the very stingy man who lives in front of the pier. He was kind enough to come out of his very large house and tell us we were not allowed to take a canoe down to the pier. The sign obvbiously says "No boats." He was right, however, my Dad had called the police and made sure it was okay to bring a canoe. The man, however, was skeptical and began yelling at us some more. My Dad continued to yell and it just became one big awkward turtle. In fact, I found myself saying outloud, "This is awkward. This is awkward," repeatedly. The man was very rude and we took our canoe down to the pier anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIEYZT87zdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nDizjzh93c8/s1600-h/crabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIEYZT87zdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nDizjzh93c8/s200/crabs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224483865858133458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us finally get out of the canoe and my dad left to go fishing. About five minutes into our journey, with one chicken part in hand, my uncle stopped himself from throwing the disgusting bait overboard at the sight of my Dad waving.  Apparently, the rude man had called the police and we were not allowed to canoe. It was a very unfortunate evening, however, the next day was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, my Dad called the police station and "sorted out" the issue, (aka he yelled a lot and "took care of it.) We later received a voice message saying that we could, in fact, bring a canoe to the pier in question and that they would change the sign from saying "no boats" to "no motorboats." This satisfied me, but not my Dad. No no. He needed to go that extra dirty mile to make the rude man mad. He is making sure a picture of the pier is put onto the Ocean Pines website so that every Piner can make use of it and make the rude man even ruder and madder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we could go back to the same pier, we opted not to...out of fear. We went to a public boat launch and ended up crabbing there from our canoe. Crabbing is a lot easier than I thought! We tied string to some chicken parts and then threw it out into the water as bait. As soon as you feel a tug, you slowly draw the line up and the crab comes right up with it! We easily had 25 crabs, however, only one of them was of legal size. You see, crabs have to be at least 5 inches from point to point on their shell in order to keep them. Although we did not keep any crabs, I am certain my next adventure will be more successful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next crabbing adventure will take place this sunday. This time Captain Antonio Michael will be aboard. Stay tuned for results...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-2046469519080791735?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2046469519080791735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=2046469519080791735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2046469519080791735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2046469519080791735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/crabs-and-such.html' title='Crabs and Such'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SIEYZT87zdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nDizjzh93c8/s72-c/crabs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-5159902414791033609</id><published>2008-07-09T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:41.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DC United @ The Soccerplex?!?</title><content type='html'>Yes. DC United played the Chicago Fire last night at the Germantown Soccerplex. It was quite ridiculous and loads of fun. It was for the US Open Cup. (I have tried to understand what that is, but I'm afraid I am still a wee bit confused. Sorry Anthony!) It was packed. There were few seats in the small stadium and many were sitting on the grassy knoll. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTNePS1xiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FSjpH_Nj6Rs/s1600-h/IMG_2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTNePS1xiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FSjpH_Nj6Rs/s200/IMG_2315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221023787414570530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTNeQgi2fI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SHYMyJIZpWU/s1600-h/IMG_2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTNeQgi2fI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SHYMyJIZpWU/s200/IMG_2319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221023787740486130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half was a little boring and the crowd seemed disinterested at DC's horrible play. Chicago scored pretty early in the half and with the addition of DC playing bad things did not look good. DC played most of their starters with the exception of Jaime Moreno and Peralto on the bench. We are not sure where Gallardo is, but my bets are that he is in the Argentinian mafia. Halftime soon approached with the score being 1-0, Chicago. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTNegQy2qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tKGlokmnSYk/s1600-h/IMG_2333+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTNegQy2qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tKGlokmnSYk/s200/IMG_2333+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221023791969393314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTNe2hWcHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HNgY7EZjoVw/s1600-h/IMG_2334+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTNe2hWcHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HNgY7EZjoVw/s200/IMG_2334+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221023797944414322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Ben Puckett was working a frozen ice stand throughout the entire game. The second half was MUCH better. DC stepped it up and newcomer Francis Doe of Liberia scored his first goal. He played really well and proved to be a great addition to the team. The rest of the half was ruthless. Cards were thrown this and that and fans got anxious to see Chicago star Blanco warming up on the side. The 90th minute ended with the score being 1-1. It was overtime time. Woooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Namhoff scored pretty early during the first half of overtime, but it was a long ways from being over. Blanco had entered the game at the start of overtime and was out for some blood. I really cannot stand him. He is a mean old man looking to start fights. Kind of like this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAUFmnHo-Bo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAUFmnHo-Bo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second half of overtime Blanco did, in fact, use his old man skills and get a removed from the game by getting a red card. DC United player Marc Burch got one as well. The funny thing is, neither player was involved in the initial incident that caused the huge fight. Clyde Simms got a yellow card for a high kick and Blanco went off (even though he was not the player who got kicked.) He punched Simms and that started a whole mess. Everyeone was fighting! It was right in front of us. Anthony was in soccer heaven, my friend Sarah was thinking, why have I not come to more games, and I was wanting to throw something at Blanco. Marc Burch eventually got a red card for giving Blanco a little shove. I've never been so proud of a DC player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was 10 vs. 10 and the United were able to hold back the Fire and win 2-1. It was an awesome game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best fight you've seen at a sporting event?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-5159902414791033609?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/5159902414791033609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=5159902414791033609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/5159902414791033609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/5159902414791033609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/dc-united-soccerplex.html' title='DC United @ The Soccerplex?!?'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTNePS1xiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FSjpH_Nj6Rs/s72-c/IMG_2315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-2681002965000836550</id><published>2008-07-06T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:42.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHExt3yOadI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WMx1ekVyEAg/s1600-h/IMG_2286+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220008107237599698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHExt3yOadI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WMx1ekVyEAg/s200/IMG_2286+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTAVFY68-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7Usiwp1-Tgg/s1600-h/HPIM0338+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTAVFY68-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7Usiwp1-Tgg/s200/HPIM0338+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221009336485737442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday Anthony and I ventured to New York City for the day via bus. We left my house at 5:45 in the morning to be picked up in Rockville. The bus was nice and Asians ran it. Our driver sported the 80s look and he had a mustache. I don't think I've ever seen an Asian with a mustache. Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to New York at 11:30 and were dropped off at Penn Station. It was raining. Boo. Now Anthony has been to NYC maybe once when he was 5, and even then he is not sure. It was quite the culture shock to him, but he adjusted and liked it. I love the city. I did not like the rain though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHEyUZ-5JuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uu_VIpkaYsg/s1600-h/IMG_2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220008769252566754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHEyUZ-5JuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uu_VIpkaYsg/s200/IMG_2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After figuring out the subway we took it to 42nd street and walked through Times Square. There was a large Eddie Murphy head in the middle of the street which would be odd if it you did not know it goes with the movie "Meet Dave." (I think that's what it's called.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to 47th street to find the GREASE theater. Yes, we saw Grease on Broadway, but I'll get to that later. We then walked to 50th street and ate some NYC pizza. Mmmm. Obviously, we had to go to Starbucks for me. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHEzAUdrqVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eczbfzMJdFw/s1600-h/IMG_2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220009523685337426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHEzAUdrqVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eczbfzMJdFw/s200/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTAoFu7yoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oa4vvReQg70/s1600-h/HPIM0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHTAoFu7yoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oa4vvReQg70/s200/HPIM0342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221009662995581570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease starred the winners from "You're The One That I Want" tv show as well as Taylor Hicks, 2006 American Idol winner. Taylor played Teen Angel and he had a few harmonica solos. Go figure. He was good I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a funny story. While we were waiting in line this young girl, maybe 18, was smoking and this older woman was YELLING at her to back away from the theater because the law prohibits anyone from smoking within 15 feet of a building. She was so rude and I wanted to turn around and say something to her, however, the Spirit inside me said no and what goes around, comes around. Check this out: the characters smoked on stage the entire time. I mean it's Grease and greasers smoke! Haha. I was sitting in my chair laughing. It was wonderful. Maybe a little wrong, but wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHE1NwUJzWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tADd6-CVN-U/s1600-h/IMG_2294+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220011953523117410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHE1NwUJzWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tADd6-CVN-U/s200/IMG_2294+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHE1OFMG1wI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XjlVR66LJ_I/s1600-h/IMG_2304+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220011959126513410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHE1OFMG1wI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XjlVR66LJ_I/s200/IMG_2304+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the show we went back to the bus pickup place. We both ate vendor hot dogs and Anthony ate an amazing Gyro as well. It was the bomb. On the way back we had to stop in both Baltimore and D.C. before getting to Rockville, but I think the best part was getting to Rockville and my car was missing. My car had been towed as well as three other people. There were signs, but they were small and there was not one in the row I parked in. The lot is in front of an abandoned building! I made some bad assumptions and just parked there. &lt;a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Shelly-Rasche/Bear-in-a-Tow-Truck-Print-C10040139.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Shelly-Rasche/Bear-in-a-Tow-Truck-Print-C10040139.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was unfortunate. My Dad had to come pick us up and take us to the towing company. It cost over a hundred to get my car back. Towing is stupid. There was no reason other than the fact that whoever owned that lot didn't want anyone parking there. They're totally out to get you! Nonetheless, God provided and we were able to get my car back in the nick of time even after getting lost and having 15 minutes to get there. God showed up big time. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean who invented towing anyways?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-2681002965000836550?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2681002965000836550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=2681002965000836550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2681002965000836550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2681002965000836550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-york-city.html' title='New York City'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SHExt3yOadI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WMx1ekVyEAg/s72-c/IMG_2286+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-7640159046952823890</id><published>2008-06-30T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:43.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to The Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SGmHBKE0VkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zRf-mWfGYIA/s1600-h/IMG_2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SGmHBKE0VkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zRf-mWfGYIA/s200/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217850097239610946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past week I was in Ohio visiting family and it was just my luck that the county fair was in town that week. Yeehaw! My family lives in the small town of Ottawa, Ohio where the fair is a BIG deal. My cousin Kylee showed two pigs and a feeder calf during the week. She won her division for one of her pigs! Woo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their fair is a lot different than here. I feel like our fair consists of more rides than animals and many Hispanics. The fair I went to is all about showing animals and there's a bunch of rednecks. :-) It was fun! My cousin Jordan and I experienced caramel apples covered in M&amp;Ms. Quite good and highly recommended by us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SGqwAeYoBGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GIyNYyF6hnw/s1600-h/fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SGqwAeYoBGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GIyNYyF6hnw/s200/fair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218176640464979042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a fun trip. Any crazy county fair stories y'all have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-7640159046952823890?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/7640159046952823890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=7640159046952823890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7640159046952823890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7640159046952823890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/trip-to-country.html' title='Trip to The Country'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SGmHBKE0VkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zRf-mWfGYIA/s72-c/IMG_2282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-3869727616047138693</id><published>2008-06-24T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:57:52.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHIO</title><content type='html'>Hey suckas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically I am in Ohio and just thought I'd let you all know I'm alive and not in any tornado or flood. I've been doing a whole lot of nothing, but sometimes that is very good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c2/Thescrewtapeletters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c2/Thescrewtapeletters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Screwtape_Letters"&gt;The Screwtape Letters&lt;/a&gt; by C.S. Lewis. It is VERY GOOD. It's basically a series of fictional letters written by Screwtape, an experienced demon, to his nephew Wormwood. Screwtape writes advice for Wormwood at how to ruin his "patient's" life and get him as far away from the "Enemy" (God) as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-3869727616047138693?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/3869727616047138693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=3869727616047138693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3869727616047138693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3869727616047138693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/ohio.html' title='OHIO'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-8757932924215180339</id><published>2008-06-20T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:00:47.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Absence</title><content type='html'>Friends and fellow bloggers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be in Ohio this upcoming week and will not be back until next Sunday. So...please forgive me for the lack of blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this fun little diddy I made for Quest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNu3_Qp45f4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNu3_Qp45f4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-8757932924215180339?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8757932924215180339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=8757932924215180339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/8757932924215180339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/8757932924215180339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-absence.html' title='My Absence'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-4174433490374237224</id><published>2008-06-19T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:43.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Line Up Ladies!</title><content type='html'>I was on AOL yesterday and noticed that David cook is sexy and single! Who knew?! Well, as I am taken by a wonderful boyfriend, those still in the hunt read on. People magazine comes out with a Single &amp; Sexy Man list every year. Topping the list are David Cook, Mario Lopez, Adam Levine of Maroon 5, and Hunter Johannson, Scarlett's twin brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SFp_IOBb4wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q8njZS1Ao-Y/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SFp_IOBb4wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q8njZS1Ao-Y/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213619297814569730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say, the list has gone down hill. I think you know it's getting bad when Britney Spears' brother Bryan shows up, Bret Michaels from Rock of Love, and a mediocre tennis player, James Blake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SFp_IlfHaoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ixlU1Wu8_hg/s1600-h/blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SFp_IlfHaoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ixlU1Wu8_hg/s400/blog+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213619304113072770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the horse dudes are from Saturday Night Live. I'm not saying these last five or bad choices, I'm just saying...where are the Leo DiCaprio days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-4174433490374237224?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/4174433490374237224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=4174433490374237224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/4174433490374237224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/4174433490374237224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/line-up-ladies.html' title='Line Up Ladies!'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SFp_IOBb4wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q8njZS1Ao-Y/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-8290757164007666524</id><published>2008-06-17T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:46:48.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Encounter Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27682320@N02/2589017636/" title="IMG_2248 by koskok8, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2589017636_2640477c43.jpg" width="400" height="275" alt="IMG_2248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privalege of getting to decorate a very special room within the ministry center of my church, &lt;a href="http://senecacreek.org"&gt;Seneca Creek&lt;/a&gt;. I was the "adult leader." Funny, huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, me and two other girls decorated this room called "the encounter room." It's a place for spending time with God. We took a lot of the old decorations and created a new flair. We used earth tone colors. We created this paper tree using scrunched up paper. It was really fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27682320@N02/2588184677/" title="IMG_2235 by koskok8, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/2588184677_bd26b70b33.jpg" width="300" height="200" alt="IMG_2235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27682320@N02/2589020802/" title="haha oh brooke by koskok8, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/2589020802_65232b404f.jpg" width="300" height="200"  alt="haha oh brooke" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27682320@N02/2588180303/" title="IMG_2240 by koskok8, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3024/2588180303_c7cb41ccf9.jpg" width="400" height="275" alt="IMG_2240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-8290757164007666524?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8290757164007666524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=8290757164007666524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/8290757164007666524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/8290757164007666524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/encounter-room.html' title='The Encounter Room'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2589017636_2640477c43_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-2848143957985617808</id><published>2008-06-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:28:06.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Norris Says  "Drill Here, Drill Now, Pay Less"</title><content type='html'>We all know gas prices have been rising and who is happy about that? No one. Well except maybe the Middle East. Anyways, it has come to my attention that Chuck Norris is no fan of rising prices either. People are demanding that Congress take action to drill here and drill now.  More than 650,000 Americans have signed the "Drill Here, Drill Now, Pay Less" petition, including Chuck Norris, and that number keeps growing rapidly each day. In fact, he created a YouTube video to promote the campaign. I'm not really sure why the fact that Chuck Norris supports it is important, but I suppose it is because he could roundkick your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video and be sure to listen for my favorite lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As Glen Vick said on his tv show, they've got their heads up their butts. Well, he said asses, but it's the same thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh by the way, I'm Chuck Norris without my beard and I approve this message."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnVVkCsw41c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnVVkCsw41c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Let's talk about the fact he does not have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Patria....how do you feel at the loss of this infamous beard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-2848143957985617808?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2848143957985617808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=2848143957985617808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2848143957985617808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2848143957985617808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/chuck-norris-says-drill-here-drill-now.html' title='Chuck Norris Says  &quot;Drill Here, Drill Now, Pay Less&quot;'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-3594709145204907012</id><published>2008-06-12T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:45:36.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do We STILL Not Have Cable?!?!</title><content type='html'>Due to the second round of thunderstorms on Tuesday, my neighborhood is STILL without cable. However, according to the Pakistani Comcast worker, we have only been without cable since today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crmbuyer.com/images/rw593910/call-center-telecom-cable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.crmbuyer.com/images/rw593910/call-center-telecom-cable.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I began thinking, how often does this happen? Not too much, according to Time Warner Cable and maybe this is why: "We consider a cable outage when there are two or more households without cable service in the same vicinity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's break this statement down. So if only my house goes out I do not have a cable outage. Furthermore, what is vicinity? As of now I feel like my vicinity is contained to a circle around my house. And of course, my house is the only house in my circle around my house vicinity without cable. I mean really?! I think it is hysterical that after repeatedly calling the cable company they have decided to admit there is an outage here. Ya thinK!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-3594709145204907012?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/3594709145204907012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=3594709145204907012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3594709145204907012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3594709145204907012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-do-we-still-not-have-cable.html' title='Why Do We STILL Not Have Cable?!?!'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-8131986935207782608</id><published>2008-06-11T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:33:30.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Quest Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWJFEPU1PCY"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWJFEPU1PCY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-8131986935207782608?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8131986935207782608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=8131986935207782608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/8131986935207782608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/8131986935207782608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/updated-quest-video.html' title='Updated Quest Video'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-1973759793443744155</id><published>2008-06-09T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:08:00.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEST</title><content type='html'>I recently got involved with my church's high school ministry. I completely felt called to be there and am so excited I pulled through and got involved! On Sunday I went to Quest, the high school service. After that, they had "Freshmen Rush" which is basically a fun event welcoming all the incoming freshmen. I brought my brand spanking new camera and filmed everything. I came up with this lil diddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VtS6WvZgqeM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VtS6WvZgqeM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-1973759793443744155?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/1973759793443744155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=1973759793443744155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/1973759793443744155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/1973759793443744155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/quest.html' title='QUEST'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-3370670743286565464</id><published>2008-06-08T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T07:41:19.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 People Rescued From Komodo Dragon Island</title><content type='html'>Five European divers were diving in very dangerous waters near Indonesia. Somehow they ended up stranded in the water for 36 hours and then they washed ashore on an island. This island, called &lt;a href="http://indonesia.mediscon.com/ntt/komodo/index.html"&gt;Rinca Island&lt;/a&gt;, just happened to be a reserve island for "aggressive monitor lizards, the largest in the world, that often feast in packs and can kill beasts as large as buffalo." They stayed there two nights and had to fight off a Komodo Dragon! AHHHHHHHHH. Here is the &lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/story/_a/lost-divers-fight-dragon-before-rescue/20080607153809990001"&gt;whole article&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to point out one particular comment at the bottom of the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If they were from Texas, they would all have come off that island with several pair of lizard boots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if they were from Texas...they'd come back with lizard boots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real?!? Anyways, a cool article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-3370670743286565464?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/3370670743286565464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=3370670743286565464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3370670743286565464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3370670743286565464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-people-rescued-from-komodo-dragon.html' title='5 People Rescued From Komodo Dragon Island'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-3261663657961983849</id><published>2008-06-06T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:17:04.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Death At A Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fresnobeehive.com/archives/upload/2007/08/death-at-a-funeral-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.fresnobeehive.com/archives/upload/2007/08/death-at-a-funeral-big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Anthony and I watched the British movie "Death At A Funeral." Upon reading the back of the DVD I knew I was in for an either really funny or really bad movie. It turned out to be really good! I'll give a little summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it is about a funeral for an older man. I knew the movie was going to be funny when the funeral home people brought the wrong body to the funeral. The main characters, Daniel and Robert, are the dead man's sons. Daniel lives in the shadow of his brother Robert as Robert is a successful author living in NYC. Daniel wrote the eulogy and everyone is expecting Robert to. We also meet a niece of the dead man who is bringing her fiance that no one knows, Simon. On the way there they pick up her brother who is studying to be a pharmacist. He has concocted a drug like acid and put it in a valium bottle. The fiance was nervous about the funeral so his girlfriend gave him a valium, which turned out to be the acid pill. This, as you can only imagine ,brings many laughs througout the movie. He ends up making loud remarks and running around naked. Then there is Uncle Alfie, who is a potty-mouth, old man in a wheel chair. The best part, however, is, of course, the midgit. I will not spoil why the midgit is there. I will only say no one seems to know him and he has something to tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen this?!? If not, do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-3261663657961983849?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/3261663657961983849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=3261663657961983849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3261663657961983849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/3261663657961983849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/death-at-funeral.html' title='Death At A Funeral'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-775738793787369724</id><published>2008-06-04T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:36:22.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huggies</title><content type='html'>I thought this commercial for diapers was hysterical and disturbing. I can only imagine being a parent in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXnRuyJZkUw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXnRuyJZkUw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-775738793787369724?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/775738793787369724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=775738793787369724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/775738793787369724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/775738793787369724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/huggies.html' title='Huggies'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-8059051274379378729</id><published>2008-06-03T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:11:10.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pines and Tornados</title><content type='html'>Due to Matt Berbert's comment "Katie, you need to blog more often" I am making this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I went to the Pines with my parents, Grandma, and Anthony. You can only imagine the humor of the situation especially when you learn I drove my Grandma both ways. What a wonderful experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we attempted to go golfing, but a freakishly scary thunderstorm boasting possible tornadoes prevented us from going. I was pretty sure I did not want to go once I saw the strange dark clouds above my head while I was at the driving range. Instead, Anthony and I settled for dinner with the fam and watching "Juno," a hilarious movie you should all see. Seriously. Rent it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to Assateague and I could not believe the enormous swarms of mosquitos...at the beach?! Who knew?! They were horrible! We were able to golf that night and only slightly cheated. Our golfing was followed by another thunderstorm and Mexican food. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this crazy tornado video. My list of things to do before I die includes seeing a tornado with my own eyes. I think they are AWESOME. Yeah, they kill people and destroy homes, but still. They are a magnificent site I would to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNL7ASvl4k4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNL7ASvl4k4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is dang cool. Has anyone ever seen one?!?! Please tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-8059051274379378729?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8059051274379378729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=8059051274379378729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/8059051274379378729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/8059051274379378729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/beachin-golfin-intermission-ing.html' title='The Pines and Tornados'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-7269428393714455619</id><published>2008-05-30T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:43.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indigenous Tribe in Brazil</title><content type='html'>This was such an interesting story on AOL I had to blog about it. Apparently, there are more than 100 uncontacted tribes in the world. Ridiclous! Look at these dudes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SEDLHB8MtCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/47byaSj6NLk/s1600-h/tribe"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SEDLHB8MtCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/47byaSj6NLk/s320/tribe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206384490880742434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so amazing to me to think, as I type on my computer, that there are people who have never heard of a computer, do not speak English, and live in hut. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/story/_a/rare-indian-tribe-spotted-in-brazil/20080530092909990001?icid=1615988631x1203355676x1200309374"&gt;full article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-7269428393714455619?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/7269428393714455619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=7269428393714455619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7269428393714455619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7269428393714455619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/indigenous-tribe-in-brazil.html' title='Indigenous Tribe in Brazil'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SEDLHB8MtCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/47byaSj6NLk/s72-c/tribe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-2032338526869893800</id><published>2008-05-26T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:45.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZ9R8Ms_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/kvuwZ7VPEmw/s1600-h/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZ9R8Ms_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/kvuwZ7VPEmw/s320/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204711966191170546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say wedding weekend, I mean exactly that: 2 weddings in one weekend. It was long, but very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wdding # 1: Matt Sheridan&lt;br /&gt;Connection: Leader of College Youth Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Sheridan is the man. He is such an awesome and dorky guy! I was actually surprised to be invited to his VERY country wedding. The day started at 1:45 when Anthony and I drove over to the Kirker's to carpool. Matt, Jess, Thomas, Heather, Anthony, and I all drove in the Kirker minivan to Matt's wedding which started at 6:00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrX9R8Ms6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Y1zlLXQz59o/s1600-h/IMG_2169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrX9R8Ms6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Y1zlLXQz59o/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204709767167914914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be asking, why did you leave so early?!!? Well I will tell you: the wedding was near Charlottesville, Virginia. It took a good 2.5 hours to get there. We only got "lost" once as we missed an exit, but Thomas, the RENOUND geography major, would tell you otherwise. The ride there was beautiful with the Blue Ridge mountains to our right. We finally arrived to the final road off NewTown Road. You see, the actual location of the wedding had no real address. It was a straight up farm. We had to get there by a dirt road. There were cows. On the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDra9x8MtBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bMO7jxISVjU/s1600-h/IMG_2189+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDra9x8MtBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bMO7jxISVjU/s320/IMG_2189+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204713074292732946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a new experience. The six of us, minus Anthony, are city people. We rounded a corner and saw a few farm buildings and a bunch of chairs set up in front of the beautiful mountains. There was also a dog herding, that's right...herding, some cows off the field. The cows would have been in the background of the wedding pictures and no one wants cows in their wedding pics! We later learned that not only did the dog serve as an effective cow herder, but also, as a very short ring bearer. They should probably pay him in good human food or something for his services. We finally arrived at our final destination after passing fancy porta-potties, men in suits grilling hamburgers, and a shack of junk. We opted to park next to the shack of junk at the end of the gravel road. We walked towards the huge tent set up and saw the bride, Leslie, in the farm house getting all perty! No, but it really was a nice tent and set up. They could not have asked for a more beautiful location for their wedding. It was pretty country though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZBB8Ms7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/z4e3LtciY94/s1600-h/IMG_2171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZBB8Ms7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/z4e3LtciY94/s320/IMG_2171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710931104052146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZBR8Ms8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9qjHKRJgLHM/s1600-h/IMG_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZBR8Ms8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9qjHKRJgLHM/s320/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710935399019458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZBx8Ms9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/DJfYdTwMuJQ/s1600-h/IMG_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZBx8Ms9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/DJfYdTwMuJQ/s320/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710943988954066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding and while waiting to get called on to answer a question about the bride and groom so we could get in line for food, we decided to go take cheesy mountain pictures. Clearly, we did not know as much about the bride and Matt, for that matter, so we went out for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZ8x8Ms-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/OPFOytIIk1M/s1600-h/IMG_2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZ8x8Ms-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/OPFOytIIk1M/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204711957601235938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZ9h8MtAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mhOJVoqfqBA/s1600-h/IMG_2188+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZ9h8MtAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mhOJVoqfqBA/s320/IMG_2188+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204711970486137858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding # 2: Amanda Galeano&lt;br /&gt;Connection: college friend and workout buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wedding was beautiful as well, located at Mount Airy Mansion. Just Anthony and I drove this time. Amanda walked down the aisle to "Once Upon A Dream." SO CUTE. It was outside and then the reception was inside the mansion. There was awesome snacks afterwards including grilled shrimp, steak on a stick, and all kinds of cheese and fruit. After the wedding party finished taking pictures they joined us inside the mansion for dancing and dessert. We didn't stay too long and left after the Electric Slide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pose this question to all of you: Have you ever been to two weddings in one weekend, and if so, after them how did you feel? Tired? Need to start speed dating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-2032338526869893800?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2032338526869893800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=2032338526869893800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2032338526869893800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2032338526869893800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding Weekend'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDrZ9R8Ms_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/kvuwZ7VPEmw/s72-c/IMG_2184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-2787367585507046635</id><published>2008-05-23T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:59:07.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of...Aliens?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/lucas/indianaposter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/lucas/indianaposter3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this movie was horrendous. I was so disappointed. It started off okay and then it way haywire. It was completely unrealistic, but in an annoying way. There were tons of references to the other movies which is good sometimes, but not all the time. When there are too many it loses its flair. The whole story was just weird. I cannot believe there was actually an alien being. I openly laughed. I could not believe it. I could believe the crusader from the 3rd one being alive for 600 years, I can believe a dude who tears hearts out of chests, and I can believe in the Ark's power, but aliens?! Come on! I love Harrison Ford and I love that Karen Allen, his original leading lady, came back to the big screen with him, but the whole thing with Shia was very predictable. In fact, most of the movie was predictable. I think they overloaded on the special effects because they could with all the technology we have now they didn't have before. Some of the fight scenes went on and on and left me saying...for real? Did that just happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear what you guys think! Sorry if that was a bit...harsh...but I'm just being honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-2787367585507046635?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2787367585507046635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=2787367585507046635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2787367585507046635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/2787367585507046635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/indiana-jones-and-kingdom-ofaliens.html' title='Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of...Aliens?!?!?'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-7059543886620087663</id><published>2008-05-22T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:27:40.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of My Life - David Cook Wins! -American Idol 7 Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For those of you who do not know, I am a closet American Idol Season 7 Fan. I loveeeee David Cook (but only with his goatee...I am shallow in that regard.) I had class last night and upon returning I was informed that David Cook had won the competition. This was a surprise to me! I could almost hear the teeny-boppers of America crying for the loss of their David Archuleta (spelling?). I quickly YouTubed the finale and here it is, tears and all:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DhN1T3pmuIo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DhN1T3pmuIo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-7059543886620087663?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/7059543886620087663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=7059543886620087663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7059543886620087663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7059543886620087663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-of-my-life-david-cook-wins.html' title='Time of My Life - David Cook Wins! -American Idol 7 Winner'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-4286366087272525919</id><published>2008-05-19T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:45.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Former Fighter Pilot Flies on Self-Made Rocket?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDJPAbJooHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rzEXwCflm5s/s1600-h/080514-jet-man-hmed-01-10a_hlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202307388273107058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDJPAbJooHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rzEXwCflm5s/s320/080514-jet-man-hmed-01-10a_hlarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24618360/displaymode/1168/rstry/24617833/rpage/1/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24617833?GT1=43001"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; out. Basically, former fighter pilot Yves Rossy, 48, accelerated to 186 miles an hour May 14, 2008, over the Swiss Alps during his first public flight while strapped to his self-made, jet-powered wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-4286366087272525919?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/4286366087272525919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=4286366087272525919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/4286366087272525919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/4286366087272525919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/former-fighter-pilot-flies-on-self-made.html' title='Former Fighter Pilot Flies on Self-Made Rocket?!'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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/_m9MEoAqpWBQ/SDJPAbJooHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rzEXwCflm5s/s72-c/080514-jet-man-hmed-01-10a_hlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2933143474671496756.post-6464387684765276533</id><published>2008-05-19T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:20:08.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Begins...More School</title><content type='html'>I started graduate school today at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gmu.edu"&gt;George Mason University&lt;/a&gt;. I'm enrolled in the Video Production program. The class I had tonight was Script Writing. It should be very interesting as I have to write a 15 to 20 page script by the end of June. It can be about anything. I would LOVE any script ideas for stories you guys can think of! Leave some comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-6464387684765276533?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/6464387684765276533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=6464387684765276533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/6464387684765276533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/6464387684765276533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-so-it-beginsmore-school.html' title='And So It Begins...More School'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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-2933143474671496756.post-7545315086433551776</id><published>2008-05-18T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:48:21.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Beat You.Com</title><content type='html'>Greetings friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have graduated college and now am moving on to...more college. Boo. The first day back has been awesome. It's relaxing and strange to live with so few people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to introduce you all to this website called &lt;a href="http://ibeatyou.com/"&gt;I Beat You&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, it is a competition website where users upload pics and videos to user-created contests. I am addicted. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, check out &lt;a href="http://www.ibeatyou.com/competition/cc7ca1/just-the-right-moment"&gt;this competition &lt;/a&gt;and tell me if you think rank number 2 is legit. I hope by the time you look at this it's still the same pic. Let's just say..it's underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start summer school tomorrow. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2933143474671496756-7545315086433551776?l=proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/7545315086433551776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2933143474671496756&amp;postID=7545315086433551776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7545315086433551776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2933143474671496756/posts/default/7545315086433551776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbs31inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-beat-youcom.html' title='I Beat You.Com'/><author><name>She Can Laugh at the Days to Come</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225952245908191998</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></feed>
