<?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-2776753127931202697</id><updated>2012-02-13T06:03:03.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooming Where She Is Planted</title><subtitle type='html'>Happy Birthday Kelm Style!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-3186216988636542116</id><published>2012-02-12T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T09:02:10.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where Tamara Gets Stopped At Airport Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skJbi-8THX0/TzftaKK_brI/AAAAAAAAByg/FOWEa7zyFrs/s1600/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skJbi-8THX0/TzftaKK_brI/AAAAAAAAByg/FOWEa7zyFrs/s400/IMG_0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708292086378229426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen this picture before. I love this pic!&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at those cool goggles, the sweet jean jacket,&lt;br /&gt;and the awesome 22 rifle in my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently came back from a trip to Utah with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;At the Salt Lake Airport I got stopped at security.&lt;br /&gt;My bag went through the x-ray machine and they pulled it off the conveyor belt.&lt;br /&gt;The security guard went straight for my wallet and started sifting through it.&lt;br /&gt;He opened up the coin compartment and I knew what was going on.&lt;br /&gt; He pulled out a bullet. It was a 22.&lt;br /&gt;He held it up and said- "What is this doing in here?"&lt;br /&gt;I told him I kept it after the shooting range as a souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten it was in there.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to show my boarding pass, my I.D, and those along with my bullet&lt;br /&gt;were taken and the man walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it was purely innocent mistake, I didn't stand there scared or nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly my thought was this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Crap! He is going to take away my bullet! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he returned, sternly told me that it was a prohibited item&lt;br /&gt; and put it in a yellow safe and locked it up. I was told I could continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was lucky nothing more happened.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should have been more worried and more careful.&lt;br /&gt;But like I said,it was an innocent mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still saying to myself-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Crap! 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I know tons of money gets spent on  ridiculously priced chocolates, fancy dinners, and roses that will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But there is something about the idea of homemade Valentine cards,  baking favorite treats, cooking a special meal, and surprising someone  with flowers they might not have expected that just screams the kind of  girlie/lovey stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tamara Christine Kelm enjoys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So every year I make  some cards, bake some treats, and have this silly bit of hope that says-  Maybe you'll get flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But here is the "hate" part of my Valentines  Day relationship...I have NEVER been in a relationship on Valentines,  therefore the only Valentines I have ever enjoyed are friends and  family. Not a bad thing, I'm not complaining about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But darn it, I  have all these Valentines Day ideas just  stacking up, waiting to burst open and shower on the "Love of My Life". I  just wish he'd show up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At least I have my 83 year old patient to make me smile. He asked if I was married, and my response was no, nobody has decided to fall for me yet.  He said this- "Anyone who lets you go is dumber than dumb!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Until the love of my life shows up, or stops being dumb (which ever it is) I listen to songs like "A Thousand  Years" by Christina Perri, make cute homemade cards for my loving  parents, decorate a silly kindergarten style Valentine box for work, and go out to eat  with great friends and eat delicious desserts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtOvBOTyX00?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Christina Perri- A Thousand Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-27zAj3-JDso/TzfpVJWGBZI/AAAAAAAAByI/vTOe3PPEX34/s1600/photo%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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True love requires personal action. Love must be continuing to be real. Love takes time. ...Love demands action if it is to be continuing. Love is a process. Love is not a declaration. Love is not an announcement. Love is not passing fancy. Love is not expediency. Love is not convenience. 'If ye love me, keep my commandments and if ye love me feed my sheep' are God-given proclamations that should remind us we can often best show our love through the processes of feeding and keeping." (Elder Marvin J. Ashton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-2941064413691919912?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/2941064413691919912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=2941064413691919912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2941064413691919912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2941064413691919912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-lovehate-relationship-with.html' title='My Love/Hate Relationship with Valentines Day'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rtOvBOTyX00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-8840367805676716964</id><published>2012-01-29T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T09:18:36.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I learned three lessons this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First lesson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies are beautiful. They are uniquely ours. They are constantly changing. My massage therapist helped remind me of this. She has a healers touch and I not only walk out of a massage feeling fantastic and relaxed, but I leave with an awareness of the great gift that God gave me...my body. It is beautiful. Tere has helped me see this no matter the "size" I am. Plus, I've started a new fitness challenge this year and can see changes in my arms and abs. It is cool to see the changes I am making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second lesson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness brings peace. It brings peace when you forgive, and when you ask  for forgiveness. I experienced both this week. President Thomas S. Monson, prophet of God for these days, once said the following in a talk titled "Charity Never Faileth":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Charity is having patience with someone who has let us down. It is resisting the impulse to becoming offended easily. It is accepting weaknesses and shortcomings. It is accepting people as they truly are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Third lesson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves kindness and compassion. I had two experiences with patients this week where I choose compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was a 93 year old lady with dementia. She wanted to keep using her cane instead of using a rolling walker, even though she was terribly unsafe with the cane. Her daughter showed no patience for her and seemed to only provoke her. The lady was hard of hearing and couldn't remember what exercise we had just finished. I remember looking in her eyes and thinking- patience and compassion Tamara!  It was a long hour and I felt like I was yelling half the time just to be heard, and demonstrating exercises over and over again, but this lady needed compassion and patience, and I could give it to her. On Friday we found out this lady had passed away suddenly.  I am so glad I go to see the light in her eyes that last time I treated her. Even people with dementia, or perhaps especially people with dementia need compassion and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second patient came in with a lot of pain, a lot of frustration, and she was basically fed up with therapy and her body. She got angry over a mis-communication in her chart and was ready to storm out after 5 minutes into her treatment. I thought- oh no, I am not letting a patient walk out of here angry on my watch! We had a heated discussion with the supervising therapist, figured out the mis-communication, and then she and I both cried. She cried over frustration and pain, I cried over the adrenaline rush of the confrontation. We both calmed down, and then tackled the problem she was having. Her pain was down and her spirits were up when she left.  Even angry patients deserve compassion and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it is time to start a new week. New lessons, new experiences, here I come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-8840367805676716964?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/8840367805676716964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=8840367805676716964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8840367805676716964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8840367805676716964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2012/01/three-lessons.html' title='Three Lessons'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-7084568861171394006</id><published>2012-01-14T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:38:55.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow of Emotions Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I posted this blog November 13, 2009-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2009/11/rainbow-of-emotions.html"&gt;Rainbow of Emotions &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You can say that story continues on in my heart still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I painted again tonight. It has been awhile since I painted something just for me. I got this fairly large canvas back in September. My grandma was with me and asked what I was going to paint. Is said jokingly- "the canvas will speak to me".  I knew I wanted to paint something emotional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Here is how it went...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOw0jZyUoMo/TxJU9r2_FwI/AAAAAAAABx4/9Oub93gh4T8/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOw0jZyUoMo/TxJU9r2_FwI/AAAAAAAABx4/9Oub93gh4T8/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697709897299203842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T7zw_LwESV8/TxJU9InB2JI/AAAAAAAABxw/WhqqsEPZoz4/s1600/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T7zw_LwESV8/TxJU9InB2JI/AAAAAAAABxw/WhqqsEPZoz4/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697709887837034642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXVuhSWleho/TxJU8-vh4_I/AAAAAAAABxc/bTw1J9SrhpI/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXVuhSWleho/TxJU8-vh4_I/AAAAAAAABxc/bTw1J9SrhpI/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697709885188334578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_PpvdwSpVo/TxJU8g_udxI/AAAAAAAABxU/heEiUGTYh2c/s1600/IMG_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_PpvdwSpVo/TxJU8g_udxI/AAAAAAAABxU/heEiUGTYh2c/s400/IMG_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697709877203203858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The colors represent the emotions mentioned in my blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;giddy, happy, doubtful, flirty, mad, dreamy, pretty, excited, confident,  scared, bold, fear, on-top-of-the-world, faithful, hopeful, sad,  and discouraged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The yellow and blue are tear drops- blue being sad tears, yellow being happy tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-7084568861171394006?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/7084568861171394006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=7084568861171394006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7084568861171394006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7084568861171394006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2012/01/rainbow-of-emotions-part-ii.html' title='Rainbow of Emotions Part II'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOw0jZyUoMo/TxJU9r2_FwI/AAAAAAAABx4/9Oub93gh4T8/s72-c/IMG_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-2716059636981697125</id><published>2012-01-11T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:07:07.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward in Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do we sometimes love people who can't love us back the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to go through missing something we never had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do jobs sometimes take unexpected turns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we get sick when we just had a great weekend full of inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to watch others get the desires of YOUR heart and not appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman 5:1-5&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ; By whom also we have access by faith into his grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. And not only so but we glory in tribulations also; knowing that tribulations worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience hope; and hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are justified by faith..which brings peace...we rejoice in hope...glory in tribulations...which bring patience...which gives us experience...which builds hope. So hope is an expectation based on experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what it means when we hear all these things shall be for our good&lt;br /&gt;(D&amp;amp;C 98:3)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm back on track! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-2716059636981697125?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/2716059636981697125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=2716059636981697125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2716059636981697125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2716059636981697125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2012/01/looking-forward-in-faith.html' title='Looking Forward in Faith'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-1603924039359388542</id><published>2011-12-31T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:41:25.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to finish off 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSRhjb-1m2w/Tv-OthEt6NI/AAAAAAAABxA/IxPW5-x9rHw/s1600/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-827SXfRYS8Q/Tv-OVSVf4RI/AAAAAAAABw0/BZLCoF3NXxg/s1600/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-827SXfRYS8Q/Tv-OVSVf4RI/AAAAAAAABw0/BZLCoF3NXxg/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424950370001170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My real live tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XFqTPOCSlf0/Tv-OM_SiDUI/AAAAAAAABws/Yax4xrLOiPw/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XFqTPOCSlf0/Tv-OM_SiDUI/AAAAAAAABws/Yax4xrLOiPw/s400/IMG_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424807818333506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sofia...in a pretty dress from her khala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQZvC0Ky-0k/Tv-OMlPFMvI/AAAAAAAABwc/q4mNieMwnOM/s1600/IMG_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQZvC0Ky-0k/Tv-OMlPFMvI/AAAAAAAABwc/q4mNieMwnOM/s400/IMG_0169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424800824537842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watching A Muppet Christmas Carol by an open fire the eve before Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSRhjb-1m2w/Tv-OthEt6NI/AAAAAAAABxA/IxPW5-x9rHw/s1600/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSRhjb-1m2w/Tv-OthEt6NI/AAAAAAAABxA/IxPW5-x9rHw/s400/IMG_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692425366643009746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Annual Kelm Kandy Houses. 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Twins...can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2mVivbuJTk/Tv-NvnzW9hI/AAAAAAAABvs/dDdGamDpcFg/s1600/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2mVivbuJTk/Tv-NvnzW9hI/AAAAAAAABvs/dDdGamDpcFg/s400/IMG_0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424303297361426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kelm Band, featuring the Arizona and Texas Kelms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rSEalEdMB0/Tv-NvWElxLI/AAAAAAAABvg/aO3gsXkzhxE/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rSEalEdMB0/Tv-NvWElxLI/AAAAAAAABvg/aO3gsXkzhxE/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424298537796786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We sang the "Happy Song", "Sad Song", "Excited Song", and "Loud &amp;amp; Quiet Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SifTG1c_nfc/Tv-NuoNIdsI/AAAAAAAABvY/8Th0S-OMDbY/s1600/IMG_0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SifTG1c_nfc/Tv-NuoNIdsI/AAAAAAAABvY/8Th0S-OMDbY/s400/IMG_0229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424286225594050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we played our instruments to Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AUcMXyPNj8/Tv-NuC64SQI/AAAAAAAABvI/G3SvB-J3oBg/s1600/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AUcMXyPNj8/Tv-NuC64SQI/AAAAAAAABvI/G3SvB-J3oBg/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424276216924418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandpa and Grandma Kelm eventually decided if you can't beat them, join them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hISX7P2YRqE/Tv-Nt-CGuVI/AAAAAAAABu8/LCOhyiXjN6I/s1600/IMG_0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hISX7P2YRqE/Tv-Nt-CGuVI/AAAAAAAABu8/LCOhyiXjN6I/s400/IMG_0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424274905053522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And after a long day of adventure, Jayden was all worn out and declared-&lt;br /&gt;"I'm done!", and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Jayden, 2011 has been a long year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't wait to see what adventures 2012 holds! Here we come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-1603924039359388542?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/1603924039359388542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=1603924039359388542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/1603924039359388542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/1603924039359388542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-finish-off-2011.html' title='How to finish off 2011'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-827SXfRYS8Q/Tv-OVSVf4RI/AAAAAAAABw0/BZLCoF3NXxg/s72-c/IMG_0106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-6973488804182462984</id><published>2011-12-31T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:26:56.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where A Kelm Gets Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShWaiLBnZUk/Tv-KIDAFURI/AAAAAAAABuw/31vsvK7auiw/s1600/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l707xq5P2Yk/Tv-J9eaWoxI/AAAAAAAABuY/VAsSX3LS4CA/s1600/IMG_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l707xq5P2Yk/Tv-J9eaWoxI/AAAAAAAABuY/VAsSX3LS4CA/s400/IMG_0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692420143248220946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet the new Mrs. Kelm...Emily Jane Kelm. She married and was sealed to my brother&lt;br /&gt; Michael Wolfgang on December 28, 2011 in the San Antonio, Texas Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOo0F6i20ug/Tv-KH03YVbI/AAAAAAAABuk/d5sCIKw325U/s1600/IMG_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOo0F6i20ug/Tv-KH03YVbI/AAAAAAAABuk/d5sCIKw325U/s400/IMG_0177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692420321074238898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the grooms cake my mom and I made. It had crushed Heath bar in the middle with a border of snickers bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShWaiLBnZUk/Tv-KIDAFURI/AAAAAAAABuw/31vsvK7auiw/s1600/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShWaiLBnZUk/Tv-KIDAFURI/AAAAAAAABuw/31vsvK7auiw/s400/IMG_0178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692420324868837650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOo0F6i20ug/Tv-KH03YVbI/AAAAAAAABuk/d5sCIKw325U/s1600/IMG_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p3BnQHoVJ-o/Tv-JW7ycflI/AAAAAAAABuM/homHojSNmYM/s1600/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p3BnQHoVJ-o/Tv-JW7ycflI/AAAAAAAABuM/homHojSNmYM/s400/IMG_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692419481118998098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mM0VTsbLrxk/Tv-JWpBUPSI/AAAAAAAABuA/dBzQlfTEj9Q/s1600/IMG_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mM0VTsbLrxk/Tv-JWpBUPSI/AAAAAAAABuA/dBzQlfTEj9Q/s400/IMG_0186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692419476081098018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01ow4EaMJuM/Tv-JWYS7lXI/AAAAAAAABt0/o7hvI0E2L6Q/s1600/IMG_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01ow4EaMJuM/Tv-JWYS7lXI/AAAAAAAABt0/o7hvI0E2L6Q/s400/IMG_0191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692419471591576946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Downloading this picture from my phone to the computer  did funny things to this picture. Too bad, it was a cute one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBu77NcyWKM/Tv-JVYB6B5I/AAAAAAAABto/rWmWpmgkZt4/s1600/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBu77NcyWKM/Tv-JVYB6B5I/AAAAAAAABto/rWmWpmgkZt4/s400/IMG_0193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692419454340302738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many people get to have both sets of grandparents attend their wedding? We are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CK3nGVctdZg/Tv-JVFFAeKI/AAAAAAAABtc/4PLMKjvbH9Y/s1600/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CK3nGVctdZg/Tv-JVFFAeKI/AAAAAAAABtc/4PLMKjvbH9Y/s400/IMG_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692419449253034146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't match on purpose. Well, we planned the purple, but didn't know we would both show up with our China pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was great. Nothing we couldn't handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best quote of the day was by my 10 year old cousin- "So Tamara, how come your younger brother is getting married before you?" Good thing she is adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the happy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-6973488804182462984?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/6973488804182462984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=6973488804182462984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6973488804182462984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6973488804182462984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-where-kelm-gets-married.html' title='The One Where A Kelm Gets Married'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l707xq5P2Yk/Tv-J9eaWoxI/AAAAAAAABuY/VAsSX3LS4CA/s72-c/IMG_0188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-8379010942112396084</id><published>2011-12-30T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:04:42.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve Eve Pity Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pity Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing myself a 5 minute pity party.&lt;br /&gt;I will return to my normal, happy, positive self shortly.&lt;br /&gt;I really have no good reason to complain.&lt;br /&gt;But here is the thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hate it. I want to celebrate it big.&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance my heart out to good music with lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;I want to count down loudly, and cheer at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing that song I don't know the words to.&lt;br /&gt;But really, I want the kiss at midnight by a man who is crazy about me.&lt;br /&gt;Never had that chance, so everything else seems to be a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I hate New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second best option is a small group of close friends,&lt;br /&gt;and a glass of Martinelli's Sparkling cider.&lt;br /&gt;Not so bad. It will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really my life is not all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to follow this advice from the San Diego Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0IMC_9q1yY/Tv6UqSJYtNI/AAAAAAAABtQ/vR5kiv8SfUg/s1600/DSCN8154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0IMC_9q1yY/Tv6UqSJYtNI/AAAAAAAABtQ/vR5kiv8SfUg/s400/DSCN8154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692150433189508306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Tigers usually live alone, but communicate up to a mile away by roaring. A mother roars to call her wandering cubs. Adults roar after catching food. They also roar "I'm looking for a mate." Sometimes a roar means "Don't bother me. Stay away".&lt;br /&gt;Tigers know the difference. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rooooooooaaaaarrrrr!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(and that doesn't mean "Don't bother me. Stay away".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-8379010942112396084?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/8379010942112396084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=8379010942112396084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8379010942112396084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8379010942112396084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve-eve-pity-party.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve Eve Pity Party'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0IMC_9q1yY/Tv6UqSJYtNI/AAAAAAAABtQ/vR5kiv8SfUg/s72-c/DSCN8154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-8624197191415844430</id><published>2011-12-24T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:49:17.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided rather than a Christmas letter, I'd do a Christmas Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much to be grateful for and proud of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I   did not get what I wanted for Christmas, but that is not anybody's   fault. Hearts desires are not to be granted upon demand. And I had an   experience  this month I anticipated that would break my heart, but it   just left it tender. What I have learned this year is that my life is  too  full and rich to sit and boo-hoo about what I do not have! Here are  my  top 10 Riches of 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richness #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my very own apartment! See the table I bought and put together all by myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ry5FkZClEys/TvZMpo5jQCI/AAAAAAAABrs/eRHlxNokVns/s1600/DSCN8013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ry5FkZClEys/TvZMpo5jQCI/AAAAAAAABrs/eRHlxNokVns/s400/DSCN8013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689819457466351650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richness #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a new record in running a 5K- 26:30.&lt;br /&gt;Could not have done it that fast without my friend by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richness #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built up my "mommy resume". Went to Six Flags and Sea World with Amanda. We rode roller coasters so that one day we will be super cool moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izBEakf37uQ/TvZN-hGZ30I/AAAAAAAABsE/mnIK2T5XQDY/s1600/summer%2B2011%2Bmore%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izBEakf37uQ/TvZN-hGZ30I/AAAAAAAABsE/mnIK2T5XQDY/s400/summer%2B2011%2Bmore%2B064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689820915661659970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DnMeAiMi70/TvZN-dmORwI/AAAAAAAABr8/z4shllln7RI/s1600/summer%2B2011%2Bmore%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DnMeAiMi70/TvZN-dmORwI/AAAAAAAABr8/z4shllln7RI/s400/summer%2B2011%2Bmore%2B061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689820914721376002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richness #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added  4 new temple to my list of temples attended. Travelled to see old  college roommates, dear friends, precious family, and create new  memories in new places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JqbTlKLJtE/TvZUyEhfatI/AAAAAAAABsg/eUsfnZ2CEe8/s1600/IMG_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JqbTlKLJtE/TvZUyEhfatI/AAAAAAAABsg/eUsfnZ2CEe8/s400/IMG_0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689828398413605586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Temple Square in Salt Lake City on Easter Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--NEtuYUyq44/TvZUyd7JzsI/AAAAAAAABss/SWURYTi8GCE/s1600/Hutchisons%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--NEtuYUyq44/TvZUyd7JzsI/AAAAAAAABss/SWURYTi8GCE/s400/Hutchisons%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689828405232127682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hutchison Family after an Easter Egg Hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkUVbTSFs9E/TvZMcp5rLgI/AAAAAAAABrI/4Rr5MzECGKU/s1600/DSCN8226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkUVbTSFs9E/TvZMcp5rLgI/AAAAAAAABrI/4Rr5MzECGKU/s400/DSCN8226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689819234397007362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mesa Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwuFcdC6lak/TvZMcFWsQ6I/AAAAAAAABrA/ljAvwW7XU_E/s1600/DSCN8234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwuFcdC6lak/TvZMcFWsQ6I/AAAAAAAABrA/ljAvwW7XU_E/s400/DSCN8234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689819224586601378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cousin Jessica and her cute kiddo DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFdrK9jLWQ0/TvZMbgo28XI/AAAAAAAABq0/4GeOEeFEY5A/s1600/DSCN8247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFdrK9jLWQ0/TvZMbgo28XI/AAAAAAAABq0/4GeOEeFEY5A/s400/DSCN8247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689819214730686834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More cousins, Jessica and Jocelyn, and my aunt JoAnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QC89GLJg4w/TvZMDOHYllI/AAAAAAAABqU/voQNJf7a8RY/s1600/IMG_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QC89GLJg4w/TvZMDOHYllI/AAAAAAAABqU/voQNJf7a8RY/s400/IMG_0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689818797441586770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D.C Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETW6Is4x_GU/TvZMpAMWziI/AAAAAAAABrk/NbgHTaVs7gg/s1600/DSCN8104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETW6Is4x_GU/TvZMpAMWziI/AAAAAAAABrk/NbgHTaVs7gg/s400/DSCN8104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689819446539374114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aunt T and Linnea, she helped me bake cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOoBlHJoMeY/TvZMC_Yp2kI/AAAAAAAABqA/I0HL4bxgdo8/s1600/IMG_0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOoBlHJoMeY/TvZMC_Yp2kI/AAAAAAAABqA/I0HL4bxgdo8/s400/IMG_0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689818793487489602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Nashville where I sang at the Grand Ole Opry with famous Shaleen Weston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxwRSrVjuLk/TvZMCxGMSTI/AAAAAAAABp4/jRU6QhOfs6s/s1600/IMG_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxwRSrVjuLk/TvZMCxGMSTI/AAAAAAAABp4/jRU6QhOfs6s/s400/IMG_0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689818789651958066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ6Pe8cG3DI/TvZWCh9s0QI/AAAAAAAABs4/cD7mzw97VDM/s1600/DSCN8215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ6Pe8cG3DI/TvZWCh9s0QI/AAAAAAAABs4/cD7mzw97VDM/s400/DSCN8215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689829780706087170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mission Beach, San Diego with Michelle Clements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_8zA-__CD4/TvZWCiJak8I/AAAAAAAABtA/_ZycaH2fFPk/s1600/DSCN8130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_8zA-__CD4/TvZWCiJak8I/AAAAAAAABtA/_ZycaH2fFPk/s400/DSCN8130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689829780755223490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;San Diego Temple...as beautiful as I imagined it would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richness #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dared to continue to love with courage and bravery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Richness #6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kelm family was back together again in June, 2011 when Michael returned from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWgLvaBnmKs/TvZMCA8Q5ZI/AAAAAAAABps/TPnzYv4Pcwg/s1600/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWgLvaBnmKs/TvZMCA8Q5ZI/AAAAAAAABps/TPnzYv4Pcwg/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689818776725415314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richness #7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned to make new food, including Korean BBQ and virgin pina coladas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ezz9w_J3QOg/TvZMbECpgDI/AAAAAAAABqo/P4eLa7koEe0/s1600/DSCN8259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ezz9w_J3QOg/TvZMbECpgDI/AAAAAAAABqo/P4eLa7koEe0/s400/DSCN8259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689819207054229554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melissa (center) thinks she is Asian. So for her birthday I made several Korean dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richness #8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shooting! LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xS3MPLz1VLU/TvZMax_QWmI/AAAAAAAABqc/fwIQsuZslKM/s1600/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xS3MPLz1VLU/TvZMax_QWmI/AAAAAAAABqc/fwIQsuZslKM/s400/IMG_0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689819202208160354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richness #9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed my first year as a PTA, in a profession I really love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfMhLWJPIC4/TvZUbHvUUpI/AAAAAAAABsU/_DHDoGnOAxw/s1600/Tamara%2Bat%2BReavis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfMhLWJPIC4/TvZUbHvUUpI/AAAAAAAABsU/_DHDoGnOAxw/s400/Tamara%2Bat%2BReavis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689828004139913874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Richness #10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next  week will be the wedding of my youngest brother to his sweet heart  Emily Jane. I'm going to have a sister for the first time ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9h3HGp0U3o/TvZMB5HUI_I/AAAAAAAABpg/MBziV5jx0ko/s1600/PA155928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9h3HGp0U3o/TvZMB5HUI_I/AAAAAAAABpg/MBziV5jx0ko/s400/PA155928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689818774624281586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas all! And a most Happy New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-8624197191415844430?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/8624197191415844430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=8624197191415844430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8624197191415844430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8624197191415844430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-letter-2011.html' title='Christmas Letter 2011'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ry5FkZClEys/TvZMpo5jQCI/AAAAAAAABrs/eRHlxNokVns/s72-c/DSCN8013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-8109907849418744919</id><published>2011-12-20T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:03:06.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting, Mariachi, and Salsa Dancing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December December...where have you gone? Already the 20th really?&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things I did this month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--p1iBEdnK_c/TvFlvR6nlqI/AAAAAAAABpU/SAyRGsroi-M/s1600/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--p1iBEdnK_c/TvFlvR6nlqI/AAAAAAAABpU/SAyRGsroi-M/s400/IMG_0083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688439667283170978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is me with a 22 pistol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnuttY_sAEY/TvFlvDgDxJI/AAAAAAAABpI/xu6ZQJhzp04/s1600/IMG_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnuttY_sAEY/TvFlvDgDxJI/AAAAAAAABpI/xu6ZQJhzp04/s400/IMG_0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688439663413675154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got some lessons on how to load and safety from the good friend who lent them to me, and then took another friend shooting for his birthday. I borrowed three pistols, a 22, 9mm, and 45mm. Wow, talk about kickback, the 9 and 45 were a bit much for me but so fun to shoot! I totally looked like I knew what I was doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzS9_H9OnJE/TvFlfQcn0nI/AAAAAAAABo8/MxQpdEHEfRc/s1600/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzS9_H9OnJE/TvFlfQcn0nI/AAAAAAAABo8/MxQpdEHEfRc/s400/IMG_0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688439392011014770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there were two rifles we borrowed. Semi-automatics are fun! The guy next to us let us shoot a few rounds with his rifle that had a scope. We shot from 100 yards away and just about got a bulls eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g9owffFFxBg/TvFlexuGVAI/AAAAAAAABow/PC3YtoO5y6U/s1600/IMG_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g9owffFFxBg/TvFlexuGVAI/AAAAAAAABow/PC3YtoO5y6U/s400/IMG_0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688439383762818050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe how much I really enjoyed shooting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in the month I went to a wedding of a family friend - Mariano Ruiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOTW54sheNQ/TvFleahh2JI/AAAAAAAABog/4rnncoAFckg/s1600/IMG_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOTW54sheNQ/TvFleahh2JI/AAAAAAAABog/4rnncoAFckg/s400/IMG_0156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688439377536080018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;America Forster (Ruiz) and I at the reception. She is Mariano's sister, and one of my best/longest friends.  It was fun getting all pretty for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WgAl_amVj4/TvFleRgI7aI/AAAAAAAABoU/F-CSXp0UlDA/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WgAl_amVj4/TvFleRgI7aI/AAAAAAAABoU/F-CSXp0UlDA/s400/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688439375114333602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;America's girls Faith and Angel with their Tia Tamara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awHy-8qTHlc/TvFleKIkuRI/AAAAAAAABoM/N4OBeliWEd8/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awHy-8qTHlc/TvFleKIkuRI/AAAAAAAABoM/N4OBeliWEd8/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688439373136443666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mariano was Paul's counselor in the Elder's Quorum Presidency at one point, so I got to hang out with him at the reception for a bit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't have a picture of is the salsa dancing I did with a complete stranger from Mexico. Some young guy named Jesus. He spun me around and it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also sang some mariachi songs with Jose Ruiz (Mariano's dad) and danced to the mariachi band with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. Oh to be young and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-8109907849418744919?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/8109907849418744919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=8109907849418744919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8109907849418744919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8109907849418744919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/12/shooting-mariachi-and-salsa-dancing.html' title='Shooting, Mariachi, and Salsa Dancing!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--p1iBEdnK_c/TvFlvR6nlqI/AAAAAAAABpU/SAyRGsroi-M/s72-c/IMG_0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-7399864503893615019</id><published>2011-12-04T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:23:47.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UT Brazilian Ensemble at Jovita's - Asa Branca</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7DdQQY9wHvY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente! Meu Pai....Orlando R. Kelm..once again, back by popular demand! Isn't this awesome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-7399864503893615019?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/7399864503893615019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=7399864503893615019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7399864503893615019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7399864503893615019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/12/ut-brazilian-ensemble-at-jovitas-asa.html' title='UT Brazilian Ensemble at Jovita&apos;s - Asa Branca'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7DdQQY9wHvY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-8078085556343225891</id><published>2011-11-27T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:59:30.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Look at these handsome men I have for brothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlinGiPgKA0/TtJYFTbjDGI/AAAAAAAABnM/4eJaXokz_Pg/s1600/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlinGiPgKA0/TtJYFTbjDGI/AAAAAAAABnM/4eJaXokz_Pg/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679698928206023778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And one of them is going to get me a sister-in-law soon!&lt;br /&gt;(The other better find me another one in the future.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've had something just as special since 1992.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that is 21  years!&lt;br /&gt;We have been friends since riding the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; bus together in&lt;br /&gt;6th grade  to Westview Middle School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lovingly call them  Nadiaandnatasha...they get lumped together.&lt;br /&gt;(For some reason I have  always put Nadia's name first,&lt;br /&gt;although I love Natasha just as much.)&lt;br /&gt;They are pretty much my siste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4Hzv1c-G_Q/TtMU-QqoAiI/AAAAAAAABn8/U4v4-Npap-Q/s1600/308960_10150507343073313_528203312_10121790_1320990190_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4Hzv1c-G_Q/TtMU-QqoAiI/AAAAAAAABn8/U4v4-Npap-Q/s400/308960_10150507343073313_528203312_10121790_1320990190_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679906614902522402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8kvdud9QWmg/TtJYFmOWXLI/AAAAAAAABnw/qvAnLrp5H2M/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8kvdud9QWmg/TtJYFmOWXLI/AAAAAAAABnw/qvAnLrp5H2M/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679698933250940082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_WrfZcBY4E/TtJYFbEVlaI/AAAAAAAABnc/CTb_kqXQAY4/s1600/IMG_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_WrfZcBY4E/TtJYFbEVlaI/AAAAAAAABnc/CTb_kqXQAY4/s400/IMG_0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679698930256156066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to spend hours and hours with my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;We did  what we have always done:&lt;br /&gt;talked about boys,&lt;br /&gt;went shopping (see the fun hats and headbands?),&lt;br /&gt;and ate  delicious food together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAEVPxbmRu4/TtJYFaMN4gI/AAAAAAAABnU/Ix9EEFE9mb4/s1600/IMG_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAEVPxbmRu4/TtJYFaMN4gI/AAAAAAAABnU/Ix9EEFE9mb4/s400/IMG_0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679698930020770306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-8078085556343225891?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/8078085556343225891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=8078085556343225891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8078085556343225891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8078085556343225891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/11/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlinGiPgKA0/TtJYFTbjDGI/AAAAAAAABnM/4eJaXokz_Pg/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-4231981365362503279</id><published>2011-11-20T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:26:16.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone wants those moments in their career that reminds you- yes, this is why I do what I do! I had one such moment last week. I was i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;n this very pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1GL83kny6M/TsmntviE0nI/AAAAAAAABnA/rF12qVZ4TcY/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1GL83kny6M/TsmntviE0nI/AAAAAAAABnA/rF12qVZ4TcY/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677253209572561522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Reavis Rehab pool in Round Rock, Texas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a patient with back pain. She had been in pain for 2 years, and had back surgery a year ago. Her doctor decided to send her to us for aquatic therapy, meaning physical therapy in the pool. Guess what? She can't swim and is scared of the water. Well, we took it slow. First we started walking in the 3 1/2 foot section while holding on tightly to a noodle and walking very slow. Then we moved on to the 4 foot section (which is more buoyancy assisted unloading of body weight), but we were still using the noodle. Last Monday she came in for her 4th visit and announced- "I've been pain free for 6 days! I haven't been pain free for 2 years!" Last Friday I decided to test her confidence and suggest taking away the noodle while walking. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he arrived (still pain-free) and we got in and started walking. Five minutes into the session she said- did you notice I am not using a noodle? I said, yes and I was wondering if you had noticed, I wasn't going to say a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sweet, southern, Christian lady chats the who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;le time in the pool about how great she feels, how much she loves the water, and how God put me as her therapist. I look forward to my hour with her. She is picking up old hobbies she left behind, can't wait to come get in the pool each session, and says she will be 16 years old by the time I am done with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are moments that help me say, I love my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGk4xYiIDxw/Tsmntsfp80I/AAAAAAAABm0/T3mRhsE5A50/s1600/Tamara%2Bat%2BReavis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGk4xYiIDxw/Tsmntsfp80I/AAAAAAAABm0/T3mRhsE5A50/s400/Tamara%2Bat%2BReavis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677253208757105474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-4231981365362503279?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/4231981365362503279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=4231981365362503279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4231981365362503279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4231981365362503279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-my-job.html' title='I Love My Job!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1GL83kny6M/TsmntviE0nI/AAAAAAAABnA/rF12qVZ4TcY/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5480184952680449759</id><published>2011-11-20T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:06:24.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My friends call me Wolf, but that doesn't mean a thing."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NusLWjg_e6M/TsmjuSFklsI/AAAAAAAABmk/JGCDZj8Yhm4/s1600/Summer%2B2010007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NusLWjg_e6M/TsmjuSFklsI/AAAAAAAABmk/JGCDZj8Yhm4/s400/Summer%2B2010007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677248820801738434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd like to share a wonderfully romantic  story. Today my grandparents celebrated their 55th anniversary of the  day they met! How cute is that? To remember the exact date when you met  your eternal companion?  Here is my grandma's account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sunday  the 20th is the 55th anniversary of the day  your dad/grandpa Kelm met.  It was a snowy, cold evening. I had been wrangled  into being in this  speech competition in Mutual. To make things interesting I  missed my  bus so I walked in just as they were announcing the names of the   speakers and lo and behold my name was first.  As I was up there doing  my  talk  there sat this guy down front with a great big grin on his  face.  When the meeting was over by the time I got down from the stand  he stood there  and said, "my friends call me Wolf, but it doesn't mean a  thing." I looked at  him and thought geesh, this guy thinks a lot of  himself.  I went to class  and sat down and who comes in and sits beside  me, this same guy!   By the time the class was over I was going to a  fireside on Sunday with this  guy. When the class ended I waited for a  friend when these two guys  come up to me and say, "where do you think  your going?" There's a dance practice  down stairs for the Gold and  Green Ball. We three go down to the scout room and  there are several  people waiting. The dance instructor says," who is you  partner? "  and  before any one could say anything Wolf says", I am." That  left Bob  standing there with his mouth open. (It was Bob that got me talked into   the speech competition).    Sunday the saga continues after 55  years  of with everything you can think of happening and then some!&lt;br /&gt;AIN'T LIFE GRAND!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOxySFKsueE/TsmjtSD6i7I/AAAAAAAABmc/LKHPZHn1pC0/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOxySFKsueE/TsmjtSD6i7I/AAAAAAAABmc/LKHPZHn1pC0/s400/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677248803614919602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rShUt1TsNfc/TsmjtHURGII/AAAAAAAABmM/GKgBR_ogAyE/s1600/DSCN0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rShUt1TsNfc/TsmjtHURGII/AAAAAAAABmM/GKgBR_ogAyE/s400/DSCN0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677248800730716290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDGt0RM1gCU/TsmjscBqlOI/AAAAAAAABmE/-kOMyDjW8hw/s1600/DSCN0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDGt0RM1gCU/TsmjscBqlOI/AAAAAAAABmE/-kOMyDjW8hw/s400/DSCN0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677248789109970146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y23E7rd7gZs/TsmjsA-oyOI/AAAAAAAABl4/lpz4A6cCASE/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y23E7rd7gZs/TsmjsA-oyOI/AAAAAAAABl4/lpz4A6cCASE/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677248781849512162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma wore a white shirt and a red skirt today, which she said was the same kind of outfit she had on that November 20th 55 years ago. Now wonder I believe in romance stories in real life. It is genetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Wolf and Aline for an example of a lifetime of love! Grandpa says they don't make men like him anymore...I sure hope he is wrong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-5480184952680449759?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5480184952680449759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5480184952680449759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5480184952680449759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5480184952680449759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-friends-call-me-wolf-but-that-doesnt.html' title='&quot;My friends call me Wolf, but that doesn&apos;t mean a thing.&quot;'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NusLWjg_e6M/TsmjuSFklsI/AAAAAAAABmk/JGCDZj8Yhm4/s72-c/Summer%2B2010007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5062348768021425202</id><published>2011-11-13T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:46:07.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Brazil Ensemble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4sd4JGfImYU/TsCNurcla1I/AAAAAAAABlk/uU7wR8tgUDo/s1600/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4sd4JGfImYU/TsCNurcla1I/AAAAAAAABlk/uU7wR8tgUDo/s400/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674691363562941266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My dad is in a Brazil Ensemble group at the University of Texas. It is for students, faculty, and people in the community. Each Tuesday night they meet and make all kinds of fun noise with a variety of musical instruments. Last Wednesday night was their first performance. It was at the Bates Recital hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7PwPAc28Mc/TsCNt6ImGnI/AAAAAAAABlc/_tvzUrkosMQ/s1600/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7PwPAc28Mc/TsCNt6ImGnI/AAAAAAAABlc/_tvzUrkosMQ/s400/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674691350325762674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I invited a few friends who know my dad and know his love of music. The audience was invited to come up on stage and dance and sing along if we wanted to. We wanted to! I evenwore a Brasil shirt and jewelery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7WGR98-iGE/TsCNttfC9pI/AAAAAAAABlM/WW0nmTZncDM/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7WGR98-iGE/TsCNttfC9pI/AAAAAAAABlM/WW0nmTZncDM/s400/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674691346930267794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;One of my friends said,"that was more fun then I expected it to be!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes, it was a blast. See why Brazil and my dad rock? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;LEGAL! Te amo Pai, obrigada por tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-5062348768021425202?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5062348768021425202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5062348768021425202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5062348768021425202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5062348768021425202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/11/dads-brazil-ensemble.html' title='Dad&apos;s Brazil Ensemble!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4sd4JGfImYU/TsCNurcla1I/AAAAAAAABlk/uU7wR8tgUDo/s72-c/-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-133084543835481173</id><published>2011-10-30T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:16:23.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelm Pumpkins 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GX0lNt9WLsU/Tq4RsKzkH_I/AAAAAAAABjw/pugm6_U7M8s/s1600/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GX0lNt9WLsU/Tq4RsKzkH_I/AAAAAAAABjw/pugm6_U7M8s/s400/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669488431418580978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCBpv3e1KWc/Tq4RrlISb1I/AAAAAAAABjk/4fIlbfZuRa8/s1600/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCBpv3e1KWc/Tq4RrlISb1I/AAAAAAAABjk/4fIlbfZuRa8/s400/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669488421304954706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1ofSgZI6hs/Tq4RqlUsMcI/AAAAAAAABjY/Agr6_6KDZpY/s1600/-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1ofSgZI6hs/Tq4RqlUsMcI/AAAAAAAABjY/Agr6_6KDZpY/s400/-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669488404177105346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grrr, Arrrg! Dad's twin pirates and my homemade patch for him to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSYOTqOjyPc/Tq4RqVLqtCI/AAAAAAAABjM/HQxMbQq41p8/s1600/-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSYOTqOjyPc/Tq4RqVLqtCI/AAAAAAAABjM/HQxMbQq41p8/s400/-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669488399844291618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiID7uQwh7Y/Tq4RWNzlZYI/AAAAAAAABjA/SRiX-LM1GWo/s1600/-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiID7uQwh7Y/Tq4RWNzlZYI/AAAAAAAABjA/SRiX-LM1GWo/s400/-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669488054266848642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is this one! Love these two...aren't they just adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrMX3_cjCLk/Tq4RVvINbpI/AAAAAAAABi0/BlfL9OeyxNk/s1600/-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrMX3_cjCLk/Tq4RVvINbpI/AAAAAAAABi0/BlfL9OeyxNk/s400/-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669488046031859346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfZg5nDNsrg/Tq4RVP1veEI/AAAAAAAABio/Jf3RsmXZSbU/s1600/-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfZg5nDNsrg/Tq4RVP1veEI/AAAAAAAABio/Jf3RsmXZSbU/s400/-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669488037632899138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poIryymfz9M/Tq4RUZ3UFxI/AAAAAAAABic/OP4LCo4JqxQ/s1600/-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poIryymfz9M/Tq4RUZ3UFxI/AAAAAAAABic/OP4LCo4JqxQ/s400/-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669488023143978770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-memG2N8CeBI/Tq4RUBSGFRI/AAAAAAAABiQ/iRU7L1f2P9k/s1600/-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-memG2N8CeBI/Tq4RUBSGFRI/AAAAAAAABiQ/iRU7L1f2P9k/s400/-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669488016545420562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tamar the beautiful...yep, I'm vain. Peace out yo and Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-133084543835481173?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/133084543835481173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=133084543835481173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/133084543835481173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/133084543835481173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/10/kelm-pumpkins-2012.html' title='Kelm Pumpkins 2012'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GX0lNt9WLsU/Tq4RsKzkH_I/AAAAAAAABjw/pugm6_U7M8s/s72-c/-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-7451772586134119288</id><published>2011-10-09T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:15:44.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain is a Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible dictionary says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miracles should not be regarded as deviations from the ordinary course of nature so much as manifestations of divine or spiritual power...Miracles were and are response to faith and its best encouragement. They were never wrought without prayer, felt need, and faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5:30 am to a sound I did not recognize. Turns out, it was pouring rain! Yes, it rained for a few hours in Austin, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Austin, Texas Stake of Zion fasted for rain on the first Sunday of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in God's own time, the rain finally came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me stop to pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is fast Sunday once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my faith and prayers were heard from an act of faith a month ago, and today is fast Sunday again...I have every reason to trust that the Most Powerful Being in the Universe will hear my prayers yet again. Makes me want to pay a little more attention to the condition of my heart and the substance of my prayers on this new Sabbath day. And in His own time, my prayers will again be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fills me with hope. Just in the nick of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-7451772586134119288?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/7451772586134119288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=7451772586134119288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7451772586134119288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7451772586134119288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/10/rain-is-miracle.html' title='Rain is a Miracle'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-8939517583558927120</id><published>2011-10-02T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:00:31.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Mesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where did Tamara go now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfgxNka6AVA/Toj2OsM8IOI/AAAAAAAABhY/KDqVH184uAI/s1600/DSCN8225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfgxNka6AVA/Toj2OsM8IOI/AAAAAAAABhY/KDqVH184uAI/s400/DSCN8225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659043664035061986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesa, Arizona!  Since I love the temple, my Aunt JoAnn and I were able to attend a session there. It was the 7th Temple Built in the Latter-Days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs-EZHNuT3o/Toj2OeF0GxI/AAAAAAAABhQ/cJ12Rtg6iqU/s1600/DSCN8226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs-EZHNuT3o/Toj2OeF0GxI/AAAAAAAABhQ/cJ12Rtg6iqU/s400/DSCN8226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659043660247079698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see my cousin Jessica Kubie and her adorable kiddos DJ. He make look cute, but he chucked that lemon wedge and hit me right on the forehead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPLxcTawh4Y/Toj2N5WRFDI/AAAAAAAABhI/27maza6cqoE/s1600/DSCN8227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPLxcTawh4Y/Toj2N5WRFDI/AAAAAAAABhI/27maza6cqoE/s400/DSCN8227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659043650383975474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to the park. I taught Jessica and old elementary school trick with the swings. She caught on real quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrEPpdwuNMw/Toj2NjenH4I/AAAAAAAABhA/y7XbkEqgb3o/s1600/DSCN8229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrEPpdwuNMw/Toj2NjenH4I/AAAAAAAABhA/y7XbkEqgb3o/s400/DSCN8229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659043644513394562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I am blessed to be able to travel and see family. Jessica is part of the FAB 4 with me. (The first 4 super cool grandkids on the Hutchison side. Myself, Beth, Tyler, and Jessica. Then so many cool cousins kept coming, we had to expand the club...When there are over 20 grandkids and almost a dozen great-grandkids, the what do you call the club?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXO2r3O5Xn4/Toj2NkGHPiI/AAAAAAAABg4/hSTeUTvcIU8/s1600/DSCN8234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXO2r3O5Xn4/Toj2NkGHPiI/AAAAAAAABg4/hSTeUTvcIU8/s400/DSCN8234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659043644679077410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Jacob  and Jayden, my 4 (almost 5) year old cousins. They couldn't say Tamara very well. It came out Tanner. So I told them to call me "T". That worked well. They were super excited to put up all the Halloween decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSG6b_k876k/Toj2l_uaVKI/AAAAAAAABh4/HbMZRO7WX50/s1600/DSCN8243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSG6b_k876k/Toj2l_uaVKI/AAAAAAAABh4/HbMZRO7WX50/s400/DSCN8243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659044064412718242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my 10 year old cousin Jocelyn. She is adorable and gosh darn it, she knows it! She is a girlie girl after my own heart. We enjoyed our photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlFDb0iQugM/Toj2mUIUdRI/AAAAAAAABiA/wKUh9v5p_rY/s1600/DSCN8244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlFDb0iQugM/Toj2mUIUdRI/AAAAAAAABiA/wKUh9v5p_rY/s400/DSCN8244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659044069890094354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlwIUrxZ1Ag/Toj2lqoWj3I/AAAAAAAABhw/IX1ewZDfsh0/s1600/DSCN8239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlwIUrxZ1Ag/Toj2lqoWj3I/AAAAAAAABhw/IX1ewZDfsh0/s400/DSCN8239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659044058750160754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CC1H_zjaes/Toj2ldDUDfI/AAAAAAAABho/Qtei9JBeuNs/s1600/DSCN8238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CC1H_zjaes/Toj2ldDUDfI/AAAAAAAABho/Qtei9JBeuNs/s400/DSCN8238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659044055105146354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCQA8XvL2b4/Toj2lGVdKWI/AAAAAAAABhg/XGiHyD7z3os/s1600/DSCN8236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCQA8XvL2b4/Toj2lGVdKWI/AAAAAAAABhg/XGiHyD7z3os/s400/DSCN8236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659044049007225186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got her super cute sister Jessica involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_OcRGE-7o4/Toj1ly7T2lI/AAAAAAAABgI/NpmlZ7OV_vY/s1600/DSCN8245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_OcRGE-7o4/Toj1ly7T2lI/AAAAAAAABgI/NpmlZ7OV_vY/s400/DSCN8245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659042961465530962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then we pulled in there fabulous mom. Look, we all wore pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DqtN1UacxdM/Toj1lkBWUrI/AAAAAAAABgA/OuiXWlj4V7w/s1600/DSCN8247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DqtN1UacxdM/Toj1lkBWUrI/AAAAAAAABgA/OuiXWlj4V7w/s400/DSCN8247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659042957464326834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't wear pink though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjD7pl5TUQM/Toj1lM0uUDI/AAAAAAAABf4/Pq-U0Knt1tY/s1600/DSCN8250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjD7pl5TUQM/Toj1lM0uUDI/AAAAAAAABf4/Pq-U0Knt1tY/s400/DSCN8250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659042951237357618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And finally, this is what the twins taught me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f764LT1VZ04/Toj1kbfuaYI/AAAAAAAABfw/khmsbVVQids/s1600/DSCN8235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f764LT1VZ04/Toj1kbfuaYI/AAAAAAAABfw/khmsbVVQids/s400/DSCN8235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659042937995946370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Standing on your sister helps her do her homework better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zh4Tlu4p8ig/Toj1kMGRnNI/AAAAAAAABfo/q-Damge9UF4/s1600/DSCN8253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zh4Tlu4p8ig/Toj1kMGRnNI/AAAAAAAABfo/q-Damge9UF4/s400/DSCN8253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659042933862669522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And standing on your dad is just plain fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have adorable kiddos myself one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Arizona, I had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-8939517583558927120?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/8939517583558927120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=8939517583558927120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8939517583558927120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8939517583558927120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/10/welcome-to-mesa.html' title='Welcome to Mesa'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfgxNka6AVA/Toj2OsM8IOI/AAAAAAAABhY/KDqVH184uAI/s72-c/DSCN8225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5838539277104984793</id><published>2011-10-01T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:42:15.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Choose Happiness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(quote by Jay the DJ from the cruise karaoke, and recently reminded  by&lt;br /&gt;the lovely Larissa Stalinsky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was driving home from watching General Conference today (mormon.org) and thought to myself- I am happy! Do I have all my hearts desires? No, but that doesn't change the fact that I am happy. We are ultimately responsible for our happiness. We choose how we react to what life throws at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me being happy on the escalator in the middle of the San Diego Zoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eecb2eff6a5b6269" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deecb2eff6a5b6269%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331451392%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CF944DAF3C86C10A752F5360DAEDD06D42AA462.7DA8FB95868CEE49024DE08D22A37EEDBEF822CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deecb2eff6a5b6269%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCG_Hne3me5ryd86sdVsVh4NjUd0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deecb2eff6a5b6269%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331451392%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CF944DAF3C86C10A752F5360DAEDD06D42AA462.7DA8FB95868CEE49024DE08D22A37EEDBEF822CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deecb2eff6a5b6269%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCG_Hne3me5ryd86sdVsVh4NjUd0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To choose happiness I have to ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rest in life will then fall into place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-5838539277104984793?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5838539277104984793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5838539277104984793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5838539277104984793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5838539277104984793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-choose-happiness.html' title='I Choose Happiness!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5306783028715306518</id><published>2011-09-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:56:20.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAN DIEGO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUw8cZWONcE/ToHvd9lzAtI/AAAAAAAABfg/hDn5_8uicoI/s1600/DSCN8130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUw8cZWONcE/ToHvd9lzAtI/AAAAAAAABfg/hDn5_8uicoI/s400/DSCN8130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065904982393554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The San Diego Temple. (In La Jolla)  It was a miracle making it here on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36Ac9zBnd6c/ToHvdrXe85I/AAAAAAAABfY/3CJR7gD5M18/s1600/DSCN8134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36Ac9zBnd6c/ToHvdrXe85I/AAAAAAAABfY/3CJR7gD5M18/s400/DSCN8134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065900090520466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is the Lovely Michelle Clements! My fabulous traveling partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQkrrJ-fa50/ToHvdc-vb5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/91PRGsmieps/s1600/DSCN8135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQkrrJ-fa50/ToHvdc-vb5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/91PRGsmieps/s400/DSCN8135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065896228646802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ask us, we learned a lesson in not loosing hope as we barely made it inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzlOQfmOqlc/ToHvc1WnXBI/AAAAAAAABfI/iS54mipX8XY/s1600/DSCN8137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzlOQfmOqlc/ToHvc1WnXBI/AAAAAAAABfI/iS54mipX8XY/s400/DSCN8137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065885591362578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunch in La Jolla. That is the ocean behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, been to both coasts in the past 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;(A friend recently pointed out just how much I flex in pics,&lt;br /&gt;so I decided to make it my theme this trip!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEgRrsZXrmQ/ToHvNELP-PI/AAAAAAAABfA/jw-oEGGzVWE/s1600/DSCN8141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEgRrsZXrmQ/ToHvNELP-PI/AAAAAAAABfA/jw-oEGGzVWE/s400/DSCN8141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065614692317426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Visiting the California Kelms. Warren and Misty (aunt and uncle) and their kids Halle, Conan, and Maddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxzQ5HPMG6Y/ToHvMyibPcI/AAAAAAAABe4/KfKAtKvxVag/s1600/DSCN8142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxzQ5HPMG6Y/ToHvMyibPcI/AAAAAAAABe4/KfKAtKvxVag/s400/DSCN8142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065609957686722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing says I love you like a goofy pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCgs7zuUhnc/ToHvMjMY8DI/AAAAAAAABew/RdQTWikuUno/s1600/DSCN8144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCgs7zuUhnc/ToHvMjMY8DI/AAAAAAAABew/RdQTWikuUno/s400/DSCN8144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065605838729266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In honor of Star Wars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXEfmpHtXLc/ToHvMW2Eu7I/AAAAAAAABeo/ncphNIRHYmM/s1600/DSCN8146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXEfmpHtXLc/ToHvMW2Eu7I/AAAAAAAABeo/ncphNIRHYmM/s400/DSCN8146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065602523904946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two sexy chicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWFLnC9G-jk/ToHu9pKtPpI/AAAAAAAABeY/gf9Bzjjrb3M/s1600/DSCN8154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWFLnC9G-jk/ToHu9pKtPpI/AAAAAAAABeY/gf9Bzjjrb3M/s400/DSCN8154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065349744246418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lion's "Chuffle" vs "Growl" vs "Roar". A "Roar" means "I'm looking for a mate." Hmmm, maybe I need to practice my roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvigLQMKqT8/ToHu9ddBK2I/AAAAAAAABeQ/1Ioz_iKFQI4/s1600/DSCN8157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvigLQMKqT8/ToHu9ddBK2I/AAAAAAAABeQ/1Ioz_iKFQI4/s400/DSCN8157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065346599824226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who doesn't like seeing the Pandas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auxguIfKCq8/ToHu9JhXnOI/AAAAAAAABeI/_qyFOLG6UdU/s1600/DSCN8164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auxguIfKCq8/ToHu9JhXnOI/AAAAAAAABeI/_qyFOLG6UdU/s400/DSCN8164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065341249363170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Father and son, just chilling. The baby was actually really playful, when he ran around he would do some random spins. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OiJmd0-SYgY/ToHu8yzGmTI/AAAAAAAABeA/8iFbDWw9Hlo/s1600/DSCN8166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OiJmd0-SYgY/ToHu8yzGmTI/AAAAAAAABeA/8iFbDWw9Hlo/s400/DSCN8166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065335149730098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reminds me of another Paul I know, handsome, flirtatious, and charismatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ED4aq57xguc/ToHu8jTug-I/AAAAAAAABd4/Rdm2LEU1_bI/s1600/DSCN8167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ED4aq57xguc/ToHu8jTug-I/AAAAAAAABd4/Rdm2LEU1_bI/s400/DSCN8167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065330991596514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michelle's first every ride on a tram. It was way higher than Lagoon's and fast. Wow, San Diego Zoo is huge! We spent three hours there and saw almost all of it. We were told it could not be done, but then again, we are young and single...&lt;br /&gt;no kids to drag around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SveZ3qtYFjw/ToHuuDLRP2I/AAAAAAAABdw/AZOj9gqf1Nw/s1600/DSCN8168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SveZ3qtYFjw/ToHuuDLRP2I/AAAAAAAABdw/AZOj9gqf1Nw/s400/DSCN8168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065081848020834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep, I'm tough and I know it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BIG5KBrUJ54/ToHutxfIjmI/AAAAAAAABdo/p3vq7-_9nzw/s1600/DSCN8175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BIG5KBrUJ54/ToHutxfIjmI/AAAAAAAABdo/p3vq7-_9nzw/s400/DSCN8175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065077099499106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Koala Bears! So cute and cuddly looking. They actually looked really fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yA5vAkhspNI/ToHutoLSWCI/AAAAAAAABdg/Q7ox8vCc3mU/s1600/DSCN8178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yA5vAkhspNI/ToHutoLSWCI/AAAAAAAABdg/Q7ox8vCc3mU/s400/DSCN8178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065074600335394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shout out to Physical Therapy! The pond in Balboa Park was used in WWII for wounded soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0s9wewOTSZE/ToHutnI0-yI/AAAAAAAABdY/hgUj61TbO5s/s1600/DSCN8180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0s9wewOTSZE/ToHutnI0-yI/AAAAAAAABdY/hgUj61TbO5s/s400/DSCN8180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065074321586978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...on to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4xZlrptoY/ToHutOb3IeI/AAAAAAAABdQ/uYMw7rsnWbo/s1600/DSCN8190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4xZlrptoY/ToHutOb3IeI/AAAAAAAABdQ/uYMw7rsnWbo/s400/DSCN8190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065067690533346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our toes at Del Mar Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcF4gXDWgUg/ToHuaGyFDyI/AAAAAAAABdI/GqkezxgzhHE/s1600/DSCN8193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcF4gXDWgUg/ToHuaGyFDyI/AAAAAAAABdI/GqkezxgzhHE/s400/DSCN8193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657064739218722594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michelle deciding how to conquer the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JC1ruf5PL9I/ToHuZ9nkL2I/AAAAAAAABdA/zkWwWM0IAH0/s1600/DSCN8195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JC1ruf5PL9I/ToHuZ9nkL2I/AAAAAAAABdA/zkWwWM0IAH0/s400/DSCN8195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657064736758706018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tamara saying- I think that is as far as I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfH-m0VNI8k/ToHuZgbjazI/AAAAAAAABc4/GU0-qQeSqWQ/s1600/DSCN8212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfH-m0VNI8k/ToHuZgbjazI/AAAAAAAABc4/GU0-qQeSqWQ/s400/DSCN8212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657064728923695922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michelle at Mission Beach. She looked at the water and said- Bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHboDcPgvpY/ToHuZU5HSTI/AAAAAAAABcw/KUHqylkVW9s/s1600/DSCN8215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHboDcPgvpY/ToHuZU5HSTI/AAAAAAAABcw/KUHqylkVW9s/s400/DSCN8215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657064725826455858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep, we are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axXYxRQN0FE/ToHuZCcdp8I/AAAAAAAABco/eWtXQCeeQ1s/s1600/DSCN8216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axXYxRQN0FE/ToHuZCcdp8I/AAAAAAAABco/eWtXQCeeQ1s/s400/DSCN8216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657064720874448834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDbDXk85Sto/ToHuJfiDWVI/AAAAAAAABcg/_-eM3_Et6VQ/s1600/DSCN8217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDbDXk85Sto/ToHuJfiDWVI/AAAAAAAABcg/_-eM3_Et6VQ/s400/DSCN8217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657064453804611922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Searching for the world's best burrito... Roberto's was pretty dang good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EB1ocXwx85o/ToHuI-VPktI/AAAAAAAABcY/8vFR6nyeKRo/s1600/DSCN8218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EB1ocXwx85o/ToHuI-VPktI/AAAAAAAABcY/8vFR6nyeKRo/s400/DSCN8218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657064444892517074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carne Asada and Shrimp- Mar Tierra, with a yummy tomatillo sauce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pYWCIggceFs/ToHuIzYn6cI/AAAAAAAABcQ/K5j7sY__FDE/s1600/DSCN8219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pYWCIggceFs/ToHuIzYn6cI/AAAAAAAABcQ/K5j7sY__FDE/s400/DSCN8219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657064441953905090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And as if the burrito wasn't enough, we decided on topping lunch off with a monster waffle cone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBvB5r3z0LA/ToHuIZTVahI/AAAAAAAABcI/5kpO0pdCbgM/s1600/DSCN8220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBvB5r3z0LA/ToHuIZTVahI/AAAAAAAABcI/5kpO0pdCbgM/s400/DSCN8220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657064434952399378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...which ended in one final adventure...the seagulls. I couldn't finish my cone, so I tossed it in the sand. I figured a bird would eat it. Little did I know, they were watching and instantly they attacked! Then, before Michelle could toss hers a seagull grabbed it right out of her hand. Yikes! Thank goodness we made it out alive to tell the tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRUexRIRZew/ToHuIP0KrZI/AAAAAAAABcA/qaGVtQp9to8/s1600/DSCN8223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRUexRIRZew/ToHuIP0KrZI/AAAAAAAABcA/qaGVtQp9to8/s400/DSCN8223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657064432405753234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So San Diego was awesome! Now on to Mesa, Arizona! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-5306783028715306518?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5306783028715306518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5306783028715306518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5306783028715306518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5306783028715306518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/09/san-diego.html' title='SAN DIEGO!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUw8cZWONcE/ToHvd9lzAtI/AAAAAAAABfg/hDn5_8uicoI/s72-c/DSCN8130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-931857414455719770</id><published>2011-09-09T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:10:50.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 year old wisdom- "He was eaten by a fish!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conversation that occurred in the pool during a physical therapy session with a 7 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: Do you have kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: No, I am not married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: You aren't married? I know a 17 year old who is married and has a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Nope, not married. The love of my life is lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: Really? What happened to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Well he hasn't showed up yet, so he must be lost somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: I know what happened to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: He got eaten by a big fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Really, eaten by a fish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: Yep, my dad and I went fishing and we saw a really big catfish. And you know what? One time a man was swimming and a catfish came and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swallowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There you have it folks. The love of my life is lost because he was eaten by a really big catfish. I sure hope he has learned his lesson and gets spit out soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-931857414455719770?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/931857414455719770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=931857414455719770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/931857414455719770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/931857414455719770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/09/7-year-old-wisdome-he-was-eaten-by-fish.html' title='7 year old wisdom- &quot;He was eaten by a fish!&quot;'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-8860424057419198359</id><published>2011-09-05T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:33:19.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaps of Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Makes me that much strongerMakes me work a little bit ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rder&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Made me l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;earn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;terSo thanks for ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;king me a fighter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHGE8_YuWn8/TmTtrCa1VXI/AAAAAAAABbo/mS4alsTwmxM/s1600/IMG_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHGE8_YuWn8/TmTtrCa1VXI/AAAAAAAABbo/mS4alsTwmxM/s400/IMG_1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648901156269020530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Warrior Pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iDTEDyPCGTY/TmTtlAI0cUI/AAAAAAAABbg/x23uTwyLmss/s1600/IMG_1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iDTEDyPCGTY/TmTtlAI0cUI/AAAAAAAABbg/x23uTwyLmss/s400/IMG_1468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648901052577378626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one for change. I lived in the same apartment complex at BYU for 3 years! Then I lived at home for a very long time before moving into my own apartment. I've been in the same ward in Austin, Texas for 9 years. This past weekend, I made a change. It was time to switch things up, and I am now attending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Walnut Creek ward, a family ward, meaning it is not made up with just LDS singles. I anticipated a very rough day. Turns out, I'm a bit more dramatic then I need to be. (surprise surprise!) A friend told me- "you are not going to be any different of a person Sunday then you are today!". He was wise, thanks! I am in a ward where my dad is Bishop. Now let's think about this. I get to attend church where the man who loves me more than any other man is this world is. AND, I got to sit by my mom and got a back scratch! Can I be any more blessed then that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is an expression of gratitude. Gratitude to my Heavenl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y Father for the richness that is my life. Gratitude for the heaps and heaps of love and support I have around me. These are people who specifically thought of me or checked in on me yesterday, and I know prayed for me. I felt all of your prayers. It gave me strength! Thank you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O480x3mdNDc/TmT5rCkwcbI/AAAAAAAABb4/ABSWhDQ5z2c/s1600/summer%2B2011%2Bmore%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O480x3mdNDc/TmT5rCkwcbI/AAAAAAAABb4/ABSWhDQ5z2c/s400/summer%2B2011%2Bmore%2B069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648914350450176434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BWa4p6oHetI/TmTtk9EP1WI/AAAAAAAABbY/ePP3nULJNTA/s1600/DSC04985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 367px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-feBHPhmw4rs/TmTtOTGkj-I/AAAAAAAABaY/1ba7ikHpv6s/s400/n503867774_995232_7135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648900662531231714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-8860424057419198359?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/8860424057419198359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=8860424057419198359' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8860424057419198359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8860424057419198359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/09/heaps-of-love.html' title='Heaps of Love!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHGE8_YuWn8/TmTtrCa1VXI/AAAAAAAABbo/mS4alsTwmxM/s72-c/IMG_1467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-6644306668569974136</id><published>2011-09-03T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:41:50.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now I am an Artist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIukEAtDNqM/TmLWdYpe1jI/AAAAAAAABaM/OokE3eZwBAc/s1600/DSCN8112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIukEAtDNqM/TmLWdYpe1jI/AAAAAAAABaM/OokE3eZwBAc/s400/DSCN8112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648312682997012018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I call it Foz de Iguacu! It is my ode to Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McVXEuil1Y8/TmLWdTyisPI/AAAAAAAABaE/BQuumx_DHyQ/s1600/DSCN8111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McVXEuil1Y8/TmLWdTyisPI/AAAAAAAABaE/BQuumx_DHyQ/s400/DSCN8111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648312681692836082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt at using acrylic paint and canvas. So much fun, I totally recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-6644306668569974136?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/6644306668569974136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=6644306668569974136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6644306668569974136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6644306668569974136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-now-i-am-artist.html' title='And Now I am an Artist!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIukEAtDNqM/TmLWdYpe1jI/AAAAAAAABaM/OokE3eZwBAc/s72-c/DSCN8112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-8107935032348460034</id><published>2011-09-01T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:56:12.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavlova revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDWXmmGl5yA/TmAMpRfshOI/AAAAAAAABZw/X0uvJZwTZis/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDWXmmGl5yA/TmAMpRfshOI/AAAAAAAABZw/X0uvJZwTZis/s400/photo%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647527835933115618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is returning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;, ID on Saturday. I decided before he  left I'd try the Australian dessert Pavlova again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUnA4hU-67k/TmAMpfhZuYI/AAAAAAAABZo/P_w7riQpykU/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUnA4hU-67k/TmAMpfhZuYI/AAAAAAAABZo/P_w7riQpykU/s400/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647527839698368898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You top the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meringue&lt;/span&gt; with whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBclX-0KpAc/TmAMpBxUe2I/AAAAAAAABZg/NQT1Vg3orcM/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBclX-0KpAc/TmAMpBxUe2I/AAAAAAAABZg/NQT1Vg3orcM/s400/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647527831712070498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with fruit of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlrDG6iXYoQ/TmAMphPulQI/AAAAAAAABZ4/lhdE3zm5AZc/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlrDG6iXYoQ/TmAMphPulQI/AAAAAAAABZ4/lhdE3zm5AZc/s400/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647527840161109250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, lick the whipped cream off the beaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it tastes delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-8107935032348460034?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/8107935032348460034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=8107935032348460034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8107935032348460034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8107935032348460034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/09/pavlova-revisited.html' title='Pavlova revisited'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDWXmmGl5yA/TmAMpRfshOI/AAAAAAAABZw/X0uvJZwTZis/s72-c/photo%25284%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-6146806533089748469</id><published>2011-09-01T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T05:36:05.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfxweyCFskE/Tl97-ViFIYI/AAAAAAAABZY/ZvuoL-wYzHM/s1600/Orlando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfxweyCFskE/Tl97-ViFIYI/AAAAAAAABZY/ZvuoL-wYzHM/s400/Orlando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647368768608084354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was their 32nd anniversary. As of August 24, 2011, Tonia and Orlando Kelm figured they have been married 11, 688 days. Dad also calculated that if he has kissed his wife every morning and every night, one his way out the door to work, and when he returns home, then he has kissed her at least 60, 000 times. How adorable is that? Yep, that's what I am holding out for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-6146806533089748469?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/6146806533089748469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=6146806533089748469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6146806533089748469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6146806533089748469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-anniversary-mom-and-dad.html' title='Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfxweyCFskE/Tl97-ViFIYI/AAAAAAAABZY/ZvuoL-wYzHM/s72-c/Orlando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-2916250972500421309</id><published>2011-08-31T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:48:04.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing it Colbie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I Won't", Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, maybe you're not right for me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just hard to see&lt;br /&gt;I get lost in your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Then I just start questioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you took my heart you took it all&lt;br /&gt;When you gave it back it feel apart so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't do what you told me&lt;br /&gt;I won't do what you said, no&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna stop feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna start over&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna pretend that you are not my lover&lt;br /&gt;That you're only my friend&lt;br /&gt;Friend, I won't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-2916250972500421309?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/2916250972500421309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=2916250972500421309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2916250972500421309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2916250972500421309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/08/sing-it-colbie.html' title='Sing it Colbie!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-6059397703764229780</id><published>2011-08-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:07:24.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxious!</title><content type='html'>As seen in my recent posts, life is great. I've got adventure, I've got happiness, I have a fabulous family and friends. My life is rich, and full, and amazing. Yet this weekend I spent a good part being anxious. I can tell I am anxious because I get SUPER busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-&lt;br /&gt;Work all day, run 3 miles, dinner with mom and Michael, laundry, and clean the apartment top to bottom for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;Work out, get new tires, take a friend birthday present shopping, pool, grocery shop, make chicken curry to freeze for meals, Chinese wedding and reception, movie and ice cream with mom and Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted. I'm anxious. Life is going to have a subtle change in the next few weeks...joining the family ward relm of the world (a ward is a congregation at church, currently I attend one for singles ages 18-31...my birthday is in September, so time to move on). I have been full of  hope for the future, an excited anticipation! But this weekend I am anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one, turn off the computer and get a full night's rest! Anxiety, you will not get the best of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-6059397703764229780?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/6059397703764229780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=6059397703764229780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6059397703764229780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6059397703764229780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/08/anxious.html' title='Anxious!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-4421876287112105898</id><published>2011-08-15T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:53:24.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure #3, Nashville, TN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKz297wyxwo/TkmEheSIs8I/AAAAAAAABZQ/VsMp3jNi8_g/s1600/IMG_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adventure #3, Nashville, TN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“This is George Strait, welcome to Nashville.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow, George Strait was the first to greet me! Ok, so he greeted me from the overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paging system in the airport. The second person to greet me was Chanda Vaniman, health coach and (coachchanda.com) yoga instructor extraordinaire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nashville was cooler than Austin. Thank goodness, I needed a break from 107 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday night we attended the Nashville Temple. Dang it, I didn’t get a picture. It is a small one, but very pretty! No wonder I have been in a great mood all of July and August, I’ve been to 3 temples, 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday morning I attended my first hot yoga class. The room was between 100 and 102 with 30% humidity. It actually felt pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chanda was an awesome instructor. The only thing I couldn’t do was the rabbit pose. Can’t believe how much I sweat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The fun continued with a nice hike. We hiked around a lake and through the woods. I saw a few deer, including foals! I found it cute, Shaleen made cocking shotgun sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday afternoon we toured the Grand Ole Opry. It has the 2nd best acoustics in the world, do you know what is #1?  Last year it was flooded, they have it restored it and it is up and running. I didn’t really know anything about the history. The tour was cool. Part of it was a video with country singer Blake Shelton talking, (I think I am sold on a man with a good southern accent!) We saw the dressing rooms, all themed, the mailboxes for the Opry members. If you want to send an Opry member mail, just put their name, and Grand Ole Opry USA. I learned all about Minnie Pearl and Little Jimmy Dickens. Ever heard of the song "May the Bird of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5L6EvT1W3q8/TkmEhGEw0JI/AAAAAAAABZI/ySBbtJcRDM4/s1600/IMG_0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5L6EvT1W3q8/TkmEhGEw0JI/AAAAAAAABZI/ySBbtJcRDM4/s400/IMG_0232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641185712359395474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MB9iBmCIY1c/TkmEg52icQI/AAAAAAAABZA/jEC2Sk-X8gY/s1600/IMG_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MB9iBmCIY1c/TkmEg52icQI/AAAAAAAABZA/jEC2Sk-X8gY/s400/IMG_0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641185709078507778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The end of the tour you get to stand on the famous circle on stage. So the circle is made from the stage of the old theater (Rinehart?) where the Opry started. The idea is that everyone who every performed there walked on this spot. During the flood the wooden circle was found floating in the theater, recovered, and restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too bad I am not brave enough to really sing. I was singing “At Last” loudly in my head! (and later realized that isn't a country song at all. Oops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9YtyNIbbqE/TkmEWo83BTI/AAAAAAAABY4/3-4CYUtrE1w/s1600/IMG_0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9YtyNIbbqE/TkmEWo83BTI/AAAAAAAABY4/3-4CYUtrE1w/s400/IMG_0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641185532742927666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYSLTCzcSdY/TkmEWWR8E2I/AAAAAAAABYw/t0O94_K_3y4/s1600/IMG_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYSLTCzcSdY/TkmEWWR8E2I/AAAAAAAABYw/t0O94_K_3y4/s400/IMG_0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641185527731065698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday night we went to Centennial park in downtown Nashville. They had free dance lessons, followed by a few hours of big band music and dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I danced with strangers, men old and young. It was pretty cool actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday was good hanging out time and attending church of course. Shaleen works in the nursery. I had fun reading 2 and 3 year olds books and teaching the girls how to skip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another former Austin resident, Sarah Compton, stopped in. Chanda made us a delicious pot roast, there was arm wrestling, and a good time by all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9uxbPUIkjg/TkmEWK2X4OI/AAAAAAAABYo/4msjphFa8KI/s1600/IMG_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9uxbPUIkjg/TkmEWK2X4OI/AAAAAAAABYo/4msjphFa8KI/s400/IMG_0241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641185524662657250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Apz1pg4TsjQ/TkmEV6_DvyI/AAAAAAAABYg/CRgVWeaW8nU/s1600/IMG_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Apz1pg4TsjQ/TkmEV6_DvyI/AAAAAAAABYg/CRgVWeaW8nU/s400/IMG_0242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641185520404119330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Nashville! I had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Cambria;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lesson learned? Life is rich and full and has a lot to offer! Chanda and Shaleen approach life with grace and happin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNWIi1E8nKk/TkmEVyVIbCI/AAAAAAAABYY/FlkY1yGottg/s1600/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNWIi1E8nKk/TkmEVyVIbCI/AAAAAAAABYY/FlkY1yGottg/s400/IMG_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641185518080781346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-4421876287112105898?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/4421876287112105898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=4421876287112105898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4421876287112105898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4421876287112105898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/08/adventure-3-nashville-tn.html' title='Adventure #3, Nashville, TN'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKz297wyxwo/TkmEheSIs8I/AAAAAAAABZQ/VsMp3jNi8_g/s72-c/IMG_0231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-4374434926036374413</id><published>2011-08-13T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T21:32:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 and Single, and Look what I can do. 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I am, I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m sitting here in the Austin Airport, waiting for adventure #3 of the summer of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I’m 30 and single, and look what I get to do!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adventure #1 will be blogged about when I get the pictures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because what fun is a blog without pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adventure #2…Maryland/Washington D.C to see my former BYU roommate Lisa Creer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided earlier this summer that when you are 30 and single, you get to do things like take 4-day trips to visit friends. First trip was to Maryland to visit Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was my roommate for two years at BYU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ziN1XGZZMWI/Tka1syTCc1I/AAAAAAAABX4/TZUSMJxIlaY/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ziN1XGZZMWI/Tka1syTCc1I/AAAAAAAABX4/TZUSMJxIlaY/s400/IMG_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640395364348621650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to the D.C temple the first night I was there, thanks to her husband who stayed home with her two cute kiddos Linnea and Connor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AB4TFnEOABM/Tka1swGMyGI/AAAAAAAABYA/Y2Oz8t722tM/s1600/IMG_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AB4TFnEOABM/Tka1swGMyGI/AAAAAAAABYA/Y2Oz8t722tM/s400/IMG_0179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640395363757901922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10ormWciHpA/Tka18Wf0OII/AAAAAAAABYI/d-DxHCKNb6s/s1600/DC%2Btemple%2Bnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10ormWciHpA/Tka18Wf0OII/AAAAAAAABYI/d-DxHCKNb6s/s400/DC%2Btemple%2Bnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640395631763929218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next morning I treated Lisa to a pedicure as a late birthday present. Funny how we are in different stages of life, she read Family Circle and looked at recipes, while I looked at gossip magazines. While we were there her husband packed lunches and the 5 of us got in the car and headed to D.C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FzfsAwhr6fk/Tka1st5FjpI/AAAAAAAABXw/stGFRi0Dd1k/s1600/IMG_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FzfsAwhr6fk/Tka1st5FjpI/AAAAAAAABXw/stGFRi0Dd1k/s400/IMG_0190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640395363166031506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We ate lunch with the Washington monument on one side, and the Capitol on the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVPZhgTSDPY/Tka1siUusAI/AAAAAAAABXo/5X6yfSep36s/s1600/IMG_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVPZhgTSDPY/Tka1siUusAI/AAAAAAAABXo/5X6yfSep36s/s400/IMG_0191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640395360060747778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the Natural History Museum were Linnea and I went through the butterfly exhibit. Too bad that cute four-year old couldn’t stay still enough and giggled every time a butterfly tried to land on her. One landed on me though. It was cool to have butterflies flying all around you, so many varieties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebOgdzd1UyE/Tka1sfM1S2I/AAAAAAAABXg/yVpaLia__x4/s1600/IMG_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebOgdzd1UyE/Tka1sfM1S2I/AAAAAAAABXg/yVpaLia__x4/s400/IMG_0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640395359222319970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbdgIf6AY3E/Tka1d-3YoeI/AAAAAAAABXY/0gKXrVvCCp8/s1600/IMG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbdgIf6AY3E/Tka1d-3YoeI/AAAAAAAABXY/0gKXrVvCCp8/s400/IMG_0200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640395110024258018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5_xfII-Cuk/Tka1dsZDzJI/AAAAAAAABXQ/DVjS_C87eVI/s1600/IMG_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5_xfII-Cuk/Tka1dsZDzJI/AAAAAAAABXQ/DVjS_C87eVI/s400/IMG_0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640395105065225362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ksvFaL9_9g/Tka1dpAWL0I/AAAAAAAABXI/4R4rlKrN7-g/s1600/IMG_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ksvFaL9_9g/Tka1dpAWL0I/AAAAAAAABXI/4R4rlKrN7-g/s400/IMG_0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640395104156266306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday I shared my greatest talent, I made chocolate chip cookies. Lisa napped on the couch while Linnea and I made cookies. She suggested we add M&amp;amp;M’s. I thought that was brilliant. They were delicious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBKZ3yy_Lhw/Tka1dcJkTJI/AAAAAAAABXA/3DLlMVAL1rc/s1600/DSCN8098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBKZ3yy_Lhw/Tka1dcJkTJI/AAAAAAAABXA/3DLlMVAL1rc/s400/DSCN8098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640395100705279122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gj_p7w_pc4E/Tka1dMp7QeI/AAAAAAAABW4/u05HyswEp9c/s1600/DSCN8099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gj_p7w_pc4E/Tka1dMp7QeI/AAAAAAAABW4/u05HyswEp9c/s400/DSCN8099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640395096546034146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iqJXuQQZlfA/Tka1PvUbORI/AAAAAAAABWw/-fey6Qek0qg/s1600/DSCN8100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iqJXuQQZlfA/Tka1PvUbORI/AAAAAAAABWw/-fey6Qek0qg/s400/DSCN8100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640394865332926738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YS10lZRYWPs/Tka1Pe11g7I/AAAAAAAABWo/TXGWuv2gqrg/s1600/DSCN8101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YS10lZRYWPs/Tka1Pe11g7I/AAAAAAAABWo/TXGWuv2gqrg/s400/DSCN8101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640394860909659058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNhTa_Rbvwk/Tka1PDf7feI/AAAAAAAABWg/729PRGu3phQ/s1600/DSCN8102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNhTa_Rbvwk/Tka1PDf7feI/AAAAAAAABWg/729PRGu3phQ/s400/DSCN8102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640394853570018786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tuIjyqrmTqc/Tka1O0kzLgI/AAAAAAAABWY/ZJ9XOd64aRA/s1600/DSCN8104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tuIjyqrmTqc/Tka1O0kzLgI/AAAAAAAABWY/ZJ9XOd64aRA/s400/DSCN8104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640394849563913730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday evening we went to the boardwalk at Cheseapeake Beach. I did manage to get one picture of Lisa and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CY-FutEiaLk/Tka1OiPMmII/AAAAAAAABWQ/c6Bc229yD00/s1600/DSCN8105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CY-FutEiaLk/Tka1OiPMmII/AAAAAAAABWQ/c6Bc229yD00/s400/DSCN8105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640394844641466498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is the unexpected lesson learned on this trip. There is so much I have to learn, so much I can prepare for, so much to get excited for when it comes to my future family. I had a great time watching a young family. I picked up yummy recipes, got read to by a smart 4 year old, got sang to, and caught up with a dear friend. I came home blessed with this gem…although I don’t view being single as a punishment , I certainly never thought of it as an amazing blessing of time. Time to become even that much more prepared for my eventual role as a wife and mother. This time of my life is a very special blessing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Creer family for a wonderful time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-4374434926036374413?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/4374434926036374413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=4374434926036374413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4374434926036374413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4374434926036374413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-and-single-and-look-what-i-can-do.html' title='30 and Single, and Look what I can do. Adventure #2'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9U-zsKBzpxE/TkdPorKjQeI/AAAAAAAABYQ/XWHOARfSqI4/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B14.22%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-4280890152064932400</id><published>2011-08-03T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:20:59.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning, picture of my wound!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;WARNING, SOME GROSS PICS! NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from a fabulously wonderful try to Maryland/D.C. It  was just what I needed right now. I am going to blog about that very  soon. But first I am going to get the complaining out of the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  my way home Monday at 5:30pm my plane was grounded for over an hour on  the runway. Thunderstorms were moving in over Baltimore and in our  pathway to Memphis, TN. I didn't bring anything to eat. Luckily the man  next to me gave me his extra granola bar. We arrived in Memphis an hour  and half late, by then my plane to Austin was long gone. Nothing else  was going to Austin and they had a flight for me on a different airline  the next morning. Delta put me up in a DoubleTree hotel. A shuttle would  take me there, I shuttle would bring me back the next morning, I got a  $100 credit to a future flight, and I had a voucher for a dinner and  breakfast at the hotel. Sounds good right?  Well, the shuttle was a 10  passenger van and there were 30 of us heading to the hotel which was 15  minutes away. It took me an hour to get to the hotel. I arrived at  10:00pm...the restaurant was closed, including room service, and would  not open till 6:00am...my flight left at 6:50...and the hotel shuttle  didn't start until 6:00am, so I had to call up a taxi. Good thing I had  an extra package of cookies from the plane as my dinner. My bed at least  was comfy and had internet. I was at the curb waiting for my taxi at  5:30, sharing it with another girl. I almost had a heart attack when he  arrived at 5:50am, but luckily I arrived to a short security line and  made my flight to Dallas. My breakfast was my second granola bar.  Finally I arrived in Austin by 10:00am and in to work by 1:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off...this is what I came home with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhqpVBffH4g/TjnlUF6rU7I/AAAAAAAABVc/5VmIEIymOwI/s1600/DSCN8107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhqpVBffH4g/TjnlUF6rU7I/AAAAAAAABVc/5VmIEIymOwI/s400/DSCN8107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636788541979317170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It  is an infection on the back of my thigh. Possibly a staph infection  (lab results pending). No clue how I got it. (Maryland friends not to blame, it started Friday before I arrived) It started as a tender bump on Friday. By Monday  my was red, tender, swollen, and really really hurt after sitting on  planes. After work I went to the urgent care clinic. Here they numbed me  up, drained the wound, packed it, dressed it, and put me on  antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I wanted my mom so bad. I'm 30 for goodness sake! When they were about to put the needle in that would "pinch and burn" I wanted my mom next to me. And then my second thought was I wanted to call my favorite guy friend to have him distract me on the phone. But my mom is in Argentina, and my guy friend would probably have thought I was being a silly girl. I asked the nurse on a scale of 0-10 how bad was it going to hurt? She said, a lot. Gee thanks! 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That is packing strips hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today  I had to return to have it looked at again. The doctor thinks the  redness around it has not gone down, but I think it has. He repacked it  and it really hurt again! I wanted to cry, and I still wanted to cry in the  car on the way home. Let's pray it heals, and heals quickly! Come on  antibiotics, do your thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFCilIzj9gk/Tjni6I4SS3I/AAAAAAAABVM/D7wvqhgJUEc/s1600/IMG_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFCilIzj9gk/Tjni6I4SS3I/AAAAAAAABVM/D7wvqhgJUEc/s400/IMG_0218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636785897074740082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Two before the re-packing ... the square is the print of the dressing put on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea2blDzUlbw/TjnkGMFyrfI/AAAAAAAABVU/TTcDwkTo7po/s1600/IMG_0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea2blDzUlbw/TjnkGMFyrfI/AAAAAAAABVU/TTcDwkTo7po/s400/IMG_0220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636787203606752754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 with the new packing in and an outline to watch the redness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_r426vuVrHg/Tjni5XjjTGI/AAAAAAAABU0/Hg0xFR_TU-U/s1600/DSCN8106.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-4280890152064932400?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/4280890152064932400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=4280890152064932400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4280890152064932400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4280890152064932400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/08/warning-picture-of-my-wound.html' title='Warning, picture of my wound!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhqpVBffH4g/TjnlUF6rU7I/AAAAAAAABVc/5VmIEIymOwI/s72-c/DSCN8107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-7564342881645668243</id><published>2011-07-20T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T05:55:57.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wprl71NpZHM/TibLi8-cBcI/AAAAAAAABUs/T_T-_KpDhtw/s1600/IMG_0398%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wprl71NpZHM/TibLi8-cBcI/AAAAAAAABUs/T_T-_KpDhtw/s400/IMG_0398%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631412185417385410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Love! Last night in a class I am taking through the church education system called "Preparing for an Eternal Marriage", we talked about what true love is. The instructor used a quote by some guy named Bennion (sorry, lousy at citing!) who determined that there are 6 keys to building a relationship. The first is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP,&lt;/span&gt; followed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;, then in less of an order&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; RESPECT, UNDERSTANDING&lt;/span&gt;,and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESTRAINT&lt;/span&gt;, and lastly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROMANCE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want to know what true love is? ..... they got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ1TdUdMhwk/TibLFlgP5TI/AAAAAAAABUc/CD21zRRNSUw/s1600/IMG_1167.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ1TdUdMhwk/TibLFlgP5TI/AAAAAAAABUc/CD21zRRNSUw/s400/IMG_1167.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631411680900539698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my parents in Argentina, playing in a park. My mom arrived a week after my dad. She was so nervous to fly to Chile where she doesn't speak the language, then waited 6 hours to change planes to fly to Argentina. But it was all worth it she said, because she got to be with my dad. While my dad waiting for mom to arrive, he found a pastry bakery nearby their apartment. He knows what makes his wife happy! Now that is love! They are each others &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt;; they spend a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; together (5 weeks in Argentina); there is the utmost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respect &lt;/span&gt;for one another; they clearly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; each other (mom brought a box of cereal and a jar of peanut butter to Argentina for dad) . Do they every disagree? Sure, but never have I seen them fight or argue...so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;restraint&lt;/span&gt;- check! And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romance&lt;/span&gt;? Totally, on a skype chat with them the other night, mom had her arms draped around my dad's neck and they looked as giddy as teenagers.  So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"True  love is a process. True love requires personal action. Love must be continuing to be real. Love takes time. ...Love demands action if it is to be continuing. Love is a process. Love is not a declaration. Love is not an announcement. Love is not passing fancy. Love is not an expediency. Love is not convenience. 'If ye love me, keep my commandments and if ye love me feed my sheep' are God-given proclamations that should remind us we can often best show our love through the processes of feeding and keeping." (Elder Marvin J. Ashton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect love is perfectly patient...Unlike our love, Jesus' love consists of active restraint as well as pressing encouragement. His perfect love of each and all spares Him the need to accept us as we now are, for He knows perfectly what we have the possibility to become." (Elder Neal A. Maxwell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't wait for my true love to find his way into my life. Until then, I will keep practicing loving. Seems a good place to start. I got a few people I can practice on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWwOQh5LtPI/TibLikVX3FI/AAAAAAAABUk/GfqLQ0LdF6M/s1600/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWwOQh5LtPI/TibLikVX3FI/AAAAAAAABUk/GfqLQ0LdF6M/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631412178802695250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-7564342881645668243?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/7564342881645668243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=7564342881645668243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7564342881645668243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7564342881645668243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/07/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wprl71NpZHM/TibLi8-cBcI/AAAAAAAABUs/T_T-_KpDhtw/s72-c/IMG_0398%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-3135787010597193722</id><published>2011-06-26T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T12:00:10.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtCvXCFzzhg/Tgd9G1FnXUI/AAAAAAAABUM/HxC3_b5-S3A/s1600/Summer%2B2010006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtCvXCFzzhg/Tgd9G1FnXUI/AAAAAAAABUM/HxC3_b5-S3A/s400/Summer%2B2010006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622600216078671170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aline Mae Vaile Kelm, mother of Orlando, Trisha, Jared, and Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEKurcSIaWw/Tgd7FZOSocI/AAAAAAAABSs/LyiXBky2P7A/s1600/225119_10150183487854983_640314982_6940235_51365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEKurcSIaWw/Tgd7FZOSocI/AAAAAAAABSs/LyiXBky2P7A/s400/225119_10150183487854983_640314982_6940235_51365_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622597992395743682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teresa Ann Lees, mother of Brianna, McKayla, Savannah, and Skylar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been thinking about mother's this week. I read the following quote in a book by Sheri Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"President  J. Reuben Clark Jr. declared motherhood to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be as divinely called and as  eternally important in its place as the Priesthood itself. More  recently, Elder Jeffrey R. Holland put motherhood in historical as well  as spiritual perspective: Mothers, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yours  is the grand tradition of Eve, the mother of all the human  family...Yours is the grand tradition of Sarah and Rebekah and Rachel,  without whom there could not have been those magnificent partriarchal  promises to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob...Yours is the grand tradition of  Lois and Eunice and the mothers of the 2,000 stripling warriors. Yours  is the g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rand tradition of Mary, chosen and foreordained from before this  world was, to conceive, carry, and bear the Son of God Himself. We  thank all of you...and tell you there is nothing more important in this  world than participating so directly in the work and glory of  God...Yours is the work of salvation, and therefore you will be  magnified, compensated, made more than you are and better than you have  ever been as you try to make an honest effort, however feeble you may  sometimes feel that to be." (Sheri Dew, If Life Were Easy, It Wouldn't  Be Hard, 106-107)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found joy in thinking about my mom and other mothers this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  texted a friend who recently had her very first baby girl and asked how  mommyhood was treating her. She said, "it is great, but hard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  had a cousin become a father this week and although she was born with  Down's Syndrome, both parents are as proud as can be and the news of her  diagnosis it seems is not going to overshadow their joy. Just as it  should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a friend's daughter's birthday party  yesterday. Her daughters are not just cute, but sweet and loving to  everyone around then. They learned from the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWolYKh8Yd0/Tgd7GDE9dDI/AAAAAAAABTM/GLGMF4u7w_A/s1600/DSCN1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWolYKh8Yd0/Tgd7GDE9dDI/AAAAAAAABTM/GLGMF4u7w_A/s400/DSCN1392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622598003630896178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a  wonderful mother myself. We work out together. She offers to pick up  stuff at Costco for me while I"m at work and even drops it off at my  apartment. She rubs my feet while we watch TV. She invited me over for  bacon and eggs this morning. She would do pretty much anything for me I  am certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpZ05GSQ42E/Tgd9afA8MTI/AAAAAAAABUU/zubhsFmYQHM/s1600/241314_186818448032095_100001118235385_480667_5381209_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWolYKh8Yd0/Tgd7GDE9dDI/AAAAAAAABTM/GLGMF4u7w_A/s1600/DSCN1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpZ05GSQ42E/Tgd9afA8MTI/AAAAAAAABUU/zubhsFmYQHM/s1600/241314_186818448032095_100001118235385_480667_5381209_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpZ05GSQ42E/Tgd9afA8MTI/AAAAAAAABUU/zubhsFmYQHM/s400/241314_186818448032095_100001118235385_480667_5381209_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622600553750868274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle Stenquist- mother of Maddie and Ellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many, many friends and cousins that have the  sacred calling to be mothers, and they do a great job. One cousin I want  to highl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ight is Michelle Stenquist. She is the proud mother of twin  girls who recently celebrated their 1st birthday. She has probably  posted 100's of pictures of her girls on her blog over the past year.  Michelle announced this week on her blog that she is expecting baby #3  in January and expressed her excitement. It just struck me when I read  her blog that there are so many woman in the world choosing not to have  children for whatever reason. One might look at the Stenquist family and  say- are you insane, you'll have 3 kids under 2 years old? But I look  at Michelle and say- now that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a woman I respect. She is choosing a  selfless path. Joseph F. Smith said, " the love of a true mother comes  nearer to being like the love of God than any other kind of love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  hope I am working on the characteristics now in my single years that  will help be one day an outstanding mom. I've got a lot of great ones to  look up to and follow their example. Here are just a few of the many I love!&lt;/span&gt; (Sorry I don't have everyone on here!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UMdCv9BGErw/Tgd9GvD95fI/AAAAAAAABUE/JKaI8tuRjwU/s1600/Me%2Band%2BVanessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UMdCv9BGErw/Tgd9GvD95fI/AAAAAAAABUE/JKaI8tuRjwU/s400/Me%2Band%2BVanessa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622600214461146610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the late Vanessa Adorno, mother of Jelly and Beth Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nrDuMWWCsow/Tgd9GeXXNYI/AAAAAAAABT8/5IFj_kIsdvY/s1600/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nrDuMWWCsow/Tgd9GeXXNYI/AAAAAAAABT8/5IFj_kIsdvY/s400/IMG_0959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622600209979094402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vera Hutchison-mother of Tonia, Alan, Boyd, Teresa, and Brad.&lt;br /&gt;Tonia Kelm- mother of Tamara, Devin, and Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBDFRjNEBAA/Tgd8dSSjorI/AAAAAAAABT0/tjKah-Inn8o/s1600/IMG_0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBDFRjNEBAA/Tgd8dSSjorI/AAAAAAAABT0/tjKah-Inn8o/s400/IMG_0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622599502363075250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elizabeth Lisonbee- mother of Clark and Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y9lr1Nr_vHE/Tgd8dN4KUjI/AAAAAAAABTs/jUYgnG0ju9c/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y9lr1Nr_vHE/Tgd8dN4KUjI/AAAAAAAABTs/jUYgnG0ju9c/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622599501178622514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCxOBSDrsWw/Tgd8cynf1iI/AAAAAAAABTk/1qIZQOF6l8Q/s1600/DSCN7919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCxOBSDrsWw/Tgd8cynf1iI/AAAAAAAABTk/1qIZQOF6l8Q/s400/DSCN7919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622599493860972066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karen Jacobs- mother of Sarah and Sam; Jana Israel, mother of two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_UraCwe5bE/Tgd8cgDuUpI/AAAAAAAABTc/naXfILfTz6w/s1600/DSCN7137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_UraCwe5bE/Tgd8cgDuUpI/AAAAAAAABTc/naXfILfTz6w/s400/DSCN7137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622599488879088274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;America Forster, mother of Angel and Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nA9TkDGYrzw/Tgd8cAY4--I/AAAAAAAABTU/F898JY19zCU/s1600/DSCN1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nA9TkDGYrzw/Tgd8cAY4--I/AAAAAAAABTU/F898JY19zCU/s400/DSCN1839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622599480377932770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trisha, mother of Darian and Alisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNXA_7frTpM/Tgd7GKwFJAI/AAAAAAAABTE/NvprE7yDBpk/s1600/DSCN1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNXA_7frTpM/Tgd7GKwFJAI/AAAAAAAABTE/NvprE7yDBpk/s400/DSCN1085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622598005690803202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisa Creer, mother of Linnea and Conner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaaD2PJOf34/Tgd7F5Fns1I/AAAAAAAABS8/lDYGLB3tHiE/s1600/DSCN0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTn8ngpqACs/Tgd7FuryLgI/AAAAAAAABS0/6tY7EbSzQqE/s1600/arizona%2Bkelm%2Bchristmas%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTn8ngpqACs/Tgd7FuryLgI/AAAAAAAABS0/6tY7EbSzQqE/s400/arizona%2Bkelm%2Bchristmas%2B2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622597998156590594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joann Kelm, mother of Jessica, Jocelyn, Jacob, Jayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEKurcSIaWw/Tgd7FZOSocI/AAAAAAAABSs/LyiXBky2P7A/s1600/225119_10150183487854983_640314982_6940235_51365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-3135787010597193722?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/3135787010597193722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=3135787010597193722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/3135787010597193722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/3135787010597193722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/06/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtCvXCFzzhg/Tgd9G1FnXUI/AAAAAAAABUM/HxC3_b5-S3A/s72-c/Summer%2B2010006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-3684624614343563816</id><published>2011-06-26T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T09:01:02.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelms got Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is why the Kelms are awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago Devin  printed pictures of the Star Wars characters and put their heads over  ours in a family photo over the fireplace. I tried to re-create it the  day Michael got back from his mission. He noticed it right away. Devin  noticed it when he joined us a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael caught up  on the final season of Lost over the next few weeks. I went over one  night to my parents house and this is what I saw over the fireplace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJCmIDZHWkk/TgdWpCIBsAI/AAAAAAAABSk/Z0iy1kinKkg/s1600/kelm%2Blost%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJCmIDZHWkk/TgdWpCIBsAI/AAAAAAAABSk/Z0iy1kinKkg/s400/kelm%2Blost%2B2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622557922740514818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Jack" (Michael), "Kate" (Tamara), "Sawyer" (Devin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bAXbdEkM3k/TgdWjuD8YmI/AAAAAAAABSc/jAWCzcu5uVE/s1600/kelm%2Blost.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bAXbdEkM3k/TgdWjuD8YmI/AAAAAAAABSc/jAWCzcu5uVE/s400/kelm%2Blost.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622557831455335010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Front row: "Jin and Sun" (Tonia and Orlando)&lt;br /&gt;Middle: "Juliette" (Tamara)&lt;br /&gt;Back row: "Ben" (Devin), and "Hurley" (Michael)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think perhaps Hurley is my favorite, that big hair and head on a small body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Kelms, you sure are funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-3684624614343563816?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/3684624614343563816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=3684624614343563816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/3684624614343563816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/3684624614343563816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/06/kelms-got-lost.html' title='Kelms got Lost'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJCmIDZHWkk/TgdWpCIBsAI/AAAAAAAABSk/Z0iy1kinKkg/s72-c/kelm%2Blost%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-4237028037237318280</id><published>2011-06-20T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:20:36.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My confidence took a leave of absence for while. I am not sure where it went, but it sure left me feeling anxious and lacking hope. Then this weekend a few things happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I went to the San Antonio temple with my family. That's right, Dad, Mom, Devin, and Michael. We then had a delightful lunch at mom's favorite Italian place and walked around in cave that are suppose to be millions of years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) A friend dropped by just to give me a hug. Just a 3 minute interaction, but worth  far greater then she realizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I got to hear my brother speak in church. He is someone I look up to. He reminded me that I need to be praying more sincerely for other people instead of for my own woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I got to hear my dad speak. It was father's day. What a treat to hear my father speak on father's day. The man who loves me more than any other man on this earth! He spoke wisdom and reminded me that just because life can be tough sometimes doesn't mean I am doing anything wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I was reminded just how much my parents love me and pray for my well-being and success. I have all the support one would possibly need between my family, my friends, and most importantly my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I had a good chat with a friend that I was missing on the phone. We talked briefly about confidence. What an important attribute to possess- both to have it and to be able to give it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in a great mood. I felt a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I could see clearly again, and the woman looking back at me in the mirror was a more confident one. I appreciate the gift of confidence. The thing is you got to fight for it though. I want to fight for it! Today felt too good to let that confidence fall by the wayside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-4237028037237318280?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/4237028037237318280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=4237028037237318280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4237028037237318280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4237028037237318280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/06/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-3966134976536816391</id><published>2011-06-12T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T11:42:58.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dua</title><content type='html'>In Islam a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dua&lt;/span&gt; is an act of  supplication to God. According to the handy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The term is derived from an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arabic" title="Arabic" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Arabic&lt;/a&gt; word meaning to 'call out' or to 'summon', and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muslims" title="Muslims" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Muslims&lt;/a&gt;  regard this as a profound act of worship. This is when Muslim people  from all over connect with God and ask him for forgiveness and favors.  The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islamic_prophet" title="Islamic prophet" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Islamic prophet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muhammad" title="Muhammad"&gt;Muhammad&lt;/a&gt; is reported to have said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dua&lt;/span&gt; is the very essence of worship," while one of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allah" title="Allah"&gt;Allah&lt;/a&gt;'s commands expressed through the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qur%27an" title="Qur'an" class="mw-redirect"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Qur'an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is for them to call out to Him: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And your Lord says: "Call on Me; I will answer your (Prayer)!"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;sup id="cite_ref-reference_1_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dua#cite_note-reference_1-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago one of my best friends, Nadia, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me and asked what I thought of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cemeteries&lt;/span&gt;. It is interesting, her text came the day after I attended a funeral for a friend. I told her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cemeteries&lt;/span&gt; didn't freak me out or anything. Turns out there is a special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt; that Muslim's are to perform on behalf of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This website will show you the details of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt; itself. www.duas.org/visitgraves.htm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nadia had never been to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;, but Austin has an Islamic section at Cook-Walden, and she wanted to go serve her fellow faithful believers and perform this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt;. We donned scarves to cover our hair out of respect and visited the graves of people we didn't even know. Her mom came with us. Nadia read a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;duas&lt;/span&gt; in English. Then her mom read them in Arabic. There was one that was read seven times. Nadia explained to me that if that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt; is read, the deceased would then have a light appear with them in their grave, with the idea that they would have light until the resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we left there was a nice peaceful feeling. Nadia experienced the joy that comes from selfless service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was trying to think of what might be similar in my own faith. While reading the last conference address by President Thomas S. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Monson&lt;/span&gt;, I came across a quote by Joseph F. Smith. The address was on temple work. As a Latter-Day Saint I believe in performing service for the deceased that did not have the opportunity to accept the gospel of Jesus Christ in life. President Smith said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Through our efforts in their behalf their chains of bondage will fall from them, and the darkness surrounding them will clear away, that light may shine upon them and they shall hear in the spirit world of the work that has been done for them by their children here, and will rejoice with you in performance of these duties."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What stuck out to me was the mention of a light shining upon the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it any wonder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;similarities&lt;/span&gt; are found across the religions? We are all children of a Heavenly Father who loves us and wants nothing more than our eternal happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-3966134976536816391?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/3966134976536816391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=3966134976536816391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/3966134976536816391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/3966134976536816391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/06/dua.html' title='Dua'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-2614275645650488917</id><published>2011-05-18T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T05:51:43.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Call It Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOoUvTZlHBs/TdO-lqQ7NXI/AAAAAAAABSQ/mcvvLibXsi4/s1600/Michelle%2Band%2BTamara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOoUvTZlHBs/TdO-lqQ7NXI/AAAAAAAABSQ/mcvvLibXsi4/s400/Michelle%2Band%2BTamara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608035515216115058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures with Michelle Clements. We both happen to be admiring a good looking man in the pool that is in front of us. Ha! But that is not the subject of this blog. What I like is how it captures the expressions on our faces. You can just see in this frame we are both very happy. Not only does it capture happiness, I think it also captures hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy today. No one particular reason or event. It is the result of a process. I call it hope. Hope takes a lot of prayer to obtain, and a lot of work to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hope that there will be many more frames like this, looking out on the world with a smile on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am just grateful to feel so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-2614275645650488917?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/2614275645650488917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=2614275645650488917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2614275645650488917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2614275645650488917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-call-it-hope.html' title='I Call It Hope'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOoUvTZlHBs/TdO-lqQ7NXI/AAAAAAAABSQ/mcvvLibXsi4/s72-c/Michelle%2Band%2BTamara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-667032915644612521</id><published>2011-05-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T12:04:11.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light of hte World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6mhgMWe-GbM/Tb2r1x9M3sI/AAAAAAAABSI/vNsLZNATI2c/s1600/Pool%2Bof%2BBethesda%2BCarl%2BBloch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6mhgMWe-GbM/Tb2r1x9M3sI/AAAAAAAABSI/vNsLZNATI2c/s400/Pool%2Bof%2BBethesda%2BCarl%2BBloch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601822451950214850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the painting "Pool of Bethesda" by Carl Bloch. BYU has it on exhibit. I got to see it back when I was a student at BYU taking human civilizations class. I saw it again last weekend, Easter weekend. I not only love the story, but I love the painting. I think Bloch captures the emotion and the magnitude of the miracle performed by Jesus Christ at the pool side. From the commentary I listened to on the iPad during my tour of the exhibit, I heard a very interesting point. The man with the red cap is looking towards the still waters, when right behind him is the Living Waters. There is also a distinct contrast of light and dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was kayaking on Lady Bird Lake with a good friend. He was talking science as he always does, and I was enjoying listening as we paddled along. He talked about how the energy to do everything in this world comes from the sun and the sun setting off electric activity. It is how things are powered, even how we have energy to move muscles and power a kayak down the river.  (Although he used much more correct terms for the specifics.) Then he linked it to how the Savior is the light and life of this world. What a great comparison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting here preparing my temple prep Sunday school lesson, reading about the word of wisdom and staring outside at the plants, the flowers, the wind, the birds, and the sunlight...the light...and yesterday's conversation came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the Light of the World! I am grateful for the Savior's ability to reach out to the one, the man at the pool of Bethesda, the blind man on the street, the lepers, the woman with an issue of blood, the families and friends of David Anaman and Christine Ball, the lonely, the heartbroken, the oppressed...the Light of the World truly does have power to effect and strengthen all of us as we paddle down the Lady Bird Lakes of our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-667032915644612521?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/667032915644612521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=667032915644612521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/667032915644612521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/667032915644612521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/05/light-of-hte-world.html' title='Light of hte World'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6mhgMWe-GbM/Tb2r1x9M3sI/AAAAAAAABSI/vNsLZNATI2c/s72-c/Pool%2Bof%2BBethesda%2BCarl%2BBloch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-709191785497206815</id><published>2011-04-24T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T12:53:53.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring 2011 Utah Trip Part I</title><content type='html'>My brother graduated this weekend. Which means the Texas Kelms are in Utah! Here is part 1 of the trip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSXOS2PO-eY/TbR5rakwWYI/AAAAAAAABR4/2esVHG3CMj8/s1600/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSXOS2PO-eY/TbR5rakwWYI/AAAAAAAABR4/2esVHG3CMj8/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599234023503190402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st set of grandparents. Wolfgang, Orlando, Aline, Tamara- good looking group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdZmCYqV4Xw/TbR5rEGdVEI/AAAAAAAABRw/14M10PAtUzM/s1600/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdZmCYqV4Xw/TbR5rEGdVEI/AAAAAAAABRw/14M10PAtUzM/s400/IMG_0959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599234017470534722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My other grandma Vera, my mom Tonia, and me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hptC8m1yQMw/TbR5qpCh7mI/AAAAAAAABRo/9A9NlJtlhG8/s1600/IMG_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hptC8m1yQMw/TbR5qpCh7mI/AAAAAAAABRo/9A9NlJtlhG8/s400/IMG_0976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599234010206301794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEqoQ1dGY7c/TbR5rUSFJ9I/AAAAAAAABSA/Li9jcNA0BZQ/s1600/IMG_0018.jpg"&gt;Good looking group with the handsome graduate! Love Mt. Timp in the background. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HE4tmKo0ydA/TbR5qAWK9LI/AAAAAAAABRg/kdKOj_1jOQg/s1600/IMG_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HE4tmKo0ydA/TbR5qAWK9LI/AAAAAAAABRg/kdKOj_1jOQg/s400/IMG_0988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599233999282828466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out the guns on that gorgeous girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxedaYrVhzc/TbR5G7JI83I/AAAAAAAABRY/rsYlHYsdqLo/s1600/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxedaYrVhzc/TbR5G7JI83I/AAAAAAAABRY/rsYlHYsdqLo/s400/IMG_0992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599233396590572402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just missing Michael. But he will be home soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEqoQ1dGY7c/TbR5rUSFJ9I/AAAAAAAABSA/Li9jcNA0BZQ/s1600/IMG_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEqoQ1dGY7c/TbR5rUSFJ9I/AAAAAAAABSA/Li9jcNA0BZQ/s400/IMG_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599234021814249426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Graduation lunch at Tucanos. Love me some suco de abacaxi! (pineappele juice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwdEFxOx0z8/TbR5GJuuGVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/gWA4laugwNo/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwdEFxOx0z8/TbR5GJuuGVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/gWA4laugwNo/s400/IMG_1005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599233383326423378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off the guns again with Cosmo the Cougar at a BYU baseball game. Gooooo cougars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfR0LVvYVdQ/TbR5F4-USEI/AAAAAAAABRI/L5UHPxUdCtE/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfR0LVvYVdQ/TbR5F4-USEI/AAAAAAAABRI/L5UHPxUdCtE/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599233378828437570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday morning "Music and the Spoken Word", broadcast featuring the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Symphony. What a great way to spend Easter Sunday morning. And, President Monson was in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1QpV-6DYXhg/TbR5Fk9VixI/AAAAAAAABRA/fc5rlREm2VM/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1QpV-6DYXhg/TbR5Fk9VixI/AAAAAAAABRA/fc5rlREm2VM/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599233373455616786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Garden at Temple Square. Gorgeous! We took an hour tour. Now I appreciate it so much more. They have over 80,000 tulips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2Qlwe2ZQUg/TbR5FaPOq5I/AAAAAAAABQ4/YQq7gH0fjzc/s1600/IMG_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2Qlwe2ZQUg/TbR5FaPOq5I/AAAAAAAABQ4/YQq7gH0fjzc/s400/IMG_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599233370577873810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-709191785497206815?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/709191785497206815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=709191785497206815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/709191785497206815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/709191785497206815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-2011-utah-trip-part-i.html' title='Spring 2011 Utah Trip Part I'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSXOS2PO-eY/TbR5rakwWYI/AAAAAAAABR4/2esVHG3CMj8/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5167584919660520858</id><published>2011-04-18T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T17:30:03.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Tenho Lágrimas</title><content type='html'>Irony of ironies... last night I practiced learning this song with my dad. I love the song, so much passion and emotion in it. Then I went on and had a much needed, but heart wrenching conversation. I drove home waiting for the tears to come...and this song popped into my head, and actually made me smile. Oh how I love Brasil, Portuguese, singing with my dad, and finding comfort because of the richness that is my life. Don't worry, my heart may be a bit bruised, but really don't feel quite as dramatic as this song portrays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wLgtDYEit0c?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero chorar, não tenho lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que me rolem na face&lt;br /&gt;Pra me socorrer&lt;br /&gt;(I want to cry, but I don't have tears to run down my face to save me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu chorasse talvez desabafasse&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto no peito&lt;br /&gt;E não posso dizer&lt;br /&gt;(If I cried, maybe I could let all the emotions that I feel  and can't say out of my chest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só porque não sei chorar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo triste a sofrer&lt;br /&gt;(But because I can't cry, I life to suffer. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou certo que o riso não tem nenhum valor&lt;br /&gt;A lágrima sentida é o retrato de uma dor&lt;br /&gt;O destino assim quis&lt;br /&gt;De mim te separar&lt;br /&gt;(It's true that a smile isn't worth the same, a tear felt is a portrait of pain. Destiny wanted to seperate me from you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero chorar não posso&lt;br /&gt;Vivo a implorar&lt;br /&gt;(I want to cry, but I can't, I live begging)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-5167584919660520858?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5167584919660520858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5167584919660520858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5167584919660520858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5167584919660520858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-tenho-lagrimas.html' title='Não Tenho Lágrimas'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wLgtDYEit0c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5588576234077600835</id><published>2011-04-03T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T16:41:39.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has EVERYTHING to do with me!</title><content type='html'>In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints we have a conference twice a year. These conferences are a world wide gathering (the WHOLE world) that is broadcast for all to see and consists of talks given by apostle, prophets, seers, and revelators. It consists of 5  two-hour sessions. The Saturday night session is just for the men, priesthood holders, to attend. Of course the talks are avalible later for anybody to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love conference. I love the personal revelation that comes. I love the call to be better, work harder, and serve more deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few years I have tried harder to read the priesthood session talks. I had a conversation last night that almost got me fired up. A woman said to me in reference to the priesthood session- it doesn't have anything to do with me anyways. I immediately said- "It has EVERYTHING to do with you!" She then said that the men don't read the Relief Society talks from RS meetings. I said- "they should!" I do not have the power of the priesthood. I do not have to attend the meeting. The priesthood meeting is focused on the men and how they can better act in the name of God with the power which they hold. However, it still has EVERYTHING to do with me. If I am to sustain the priesthood leaders, then I should know what they have been commanded to do. The power of the priesthood has daily effect on my life, or at least it should. And what I learn in Relief Society, the organization for woman patterned after the priesthood, has EVERYTHING to do with the lives of the men, because one day those men will marry women who will be their equal, and they need to know how to support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my testimony of these things. I know that God has set up ways for men and women to grow and progress so that we can be together in families forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-5588576234077600835?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5588576234077600835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5588576234077600835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5588576234077600835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5588576234077600835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-has-everything-to-do-with-me.html' title='It has EVERYTHING to do with me!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5474099000564528641</id><published>2011-03-30T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:20:24.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Hedgehog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8rA3ODm29M/TZNRv4K0X5I/AAAAAAAABQE/zarCVwvWf0A/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8rA3ODm29M/TZNRv4K0X5I/AAAAAAAABQE/zarCVwvWf0A/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589901445470379922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As often happens, I am spending a lot of energy in places that should not and I am worn out! I love my job, but I am so tired every day. My back is flared up again and I am trying hard to get that under control. There is one particular area that involves a man, a most handsome man (shocking I know!), who has been a blessing in my life, but at the same time I have put way more energy into than I should. I am worn down and it is time to make some changes. As I talked with a friend this weekend she told me I need to be more like a hedgehog. As per wikipedia, they curl up in a tight ball and their spines protect them as a defense. Now she was not suggesting I curl up and hide, but rather that tightly put on some armor and conserve some energy. So Operation Hedgehog is underway! I am under way to be more refreshed, enthusiastic, happy, and a more useful instrument in the hands of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time, I was 5 minutes from my home this morning and on my way to work. I got a call saying my 9am patient cancelled and I didn't have anyone till this afternoon. Wahoo! I turned around and came home. I needed a break! I was able to spend time decorating my apartment. My fabulous aunt JoAnn sent me a link to lacybella.com...they make vinyl wall decor. She saw the wall decal "Bloom Where You Are Planted" (hello, look at the name of this blog!) and thought of me. This website will also let you submit a personalized saying. Well, I was so on it! I also ordered "Take Action" and "Absolutely Brilliant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have them up and looking just as I envisioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1aUOpMNi5YU/TZNVR7LON0I/AAAAAAAABQM/X5vbz1acEM0/s1600/03-29-11_0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1aUOpMNi5YU/TZNVR7LON0I/AAAAAAAABQM/X5vbz1acEM0/s400/03-29-11_0935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589905328927815490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is how they were packaged. So girlie, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GMAMjP-jYo/TZNVS8l_dqI/AAAAAAAABQs/7M9dbyRKXlI/s1600/DSCN8080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GMAMjP-jYo/TZNVS8l_dqI/AAAAAAAABQs/7M9dbyRKXlI/s400/DSCN8080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589905346488399522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Bloom Where You Are Planted"- I first felt inspired by this quote when Elder David A. Bednar visited Austin,TX. Although my life is not exactly how I had planned, I am AMAZINGLY blessed. I would be very ungrateful if I do not bloom in the spot that God has put me in. I took the photos that surround the quote on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFRLw948ZUc/TZNVSs3kYZI/AAAAAAAABQk/SbHJHSN0C10/s1600/DSCN8079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFRLw948ZUc/TZNVSs3kYZI/AAAAAAAABQk/SbHJHSN0C10/s400/DSCN8079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589905342267154834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Absolutely Brilliant"- thanks to the hilarious DJ Jay on the cruise last year, four of my friends and I know what it means to be brilliant, and we inspire each other frequently with this saying! On this wall is a collection of first sunrises of 2010 and 2011, and a sunset from the cruise in 2010 to remind me that each day is new, and the end of the day is also filled with beauty if we seek it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpi2zRy1ebY/TZNVSVPFJoI/AAAAAAAABQc/r46htKpibas/s1600/DSCN8078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpi2zRy1ebY/TZNVSVPFJoI/AAAAAAAABQc/r46htKpibas/s400/DSCN8078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589905335923320450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Take Action" - what can I say more? Don't wait for life to happen. Take Action! Faith requires action, and then the power to accomplish all things will follow! I add, Take Action Fearlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hpAuRxX_7yI/TZNVSHIq_II/AAAAAAAABQU/0xznh8OK8Uk/s1600/03-08-11_1249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hpAuRxX_7yI/TZNVSHIq_II/AAAAAAAABQU/0xznh8OK8Uk/s400/03-08-11_1249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589905332138343554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw this greeting card a few weeks ago. I liked it. Not that I am terrified, but I am at this point afraid of what it is going to take to patiently wait upon God for the things I want in my life. But, being fearless means I press forward anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Hedgehog, roger that, over and out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-5474099000564528641?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5474099000564528641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5474099000564528641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5474099000564528641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5474099000564528641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/03/operation-hedgehog.html' title='Operation Hedgehog'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8rA3ODm29M/TZNRv4K0X5I/AAAAAAAABQE/zarCVwvWf0A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-4866010129967796686</id><published>2011-03-14T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:25:51.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e5RuGj0g1tk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone says these three words how do you react? Do you react different when your mom says it? When your dad says it? What about your best friend from middle school? Your 9 year old nephew? The boy who took your heart without knowing and you can't seem to get it back, but he is just a friend? Stop right there- just a friend? Just? Friends, especially good, special, sincere, stick-by-you friends, are anything but Just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he tells me he loves me, my heart wants to scream- BUT NOT THE WAY I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME! But you know what? It is not fair for me to decide the value of those three words. I believe the sincerity of them. I am a better (that is beTTer with the T's annunciated) person because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From my heart flow&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better say&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;They're from my heart&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got to say, can't think of a better way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I got to say&lt;br /&gt;I love you, is that okay...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-4866010129967796686?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/4866010129967796686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=4866010129967796686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4866010129967796686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4866010129967796686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-words.html' title='Three Words'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/e5RuGj0g1tk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5143507007390447028</id><published>2011-03-13T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:33:20.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Beauty All Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r2ZHI17HIIw/TX1trb5lEjI/AAAAAAAABPk/Fym7Gb6XJ8A/s1600/DSCN8049.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r2ZHI17HIIw/TX1trb5lEjI/AAAAAAAABPk/Fym7Gb6XJ8A/s1600/DSCN8049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r2ZHI17HIIw/TX1trb5lEjI/AAAAAAAABPk/Fym7Gb6XJ8A/s400/DSCN8049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583739706000347698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my first attempt at beautifying the outside of my apartment this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0iQyrvIe-E/TX1trp6FRSI/AAAAAAAABPs/IJPrdt5tDyE/s1600/DSCN8048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0iQyrvIe-E/TX1trp6FRSI/AAAAAAAABPs/IJPrdt5tDyE/s400/DSCN8048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583739709760554274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this lovely shelf when I moved in from the gorgeous Virginia and her super strong husband Nick...now it has pretty things growing on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SryQAADHjWs/TX1tXv4h_cI/AAAAAAAABPc/EiYC36ZYlhs/s1600/DSCN8047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SryQAADHjWs/TX1tXv4h_cI/AAAAAAAABPc/EiYC36ZYlhs/s400/DSCN8047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583739367767276994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is the wind chime I got in Venezuela when I was 14. It still needs to be hung appropriately, but for now it works right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5guv0zqRfyc/TX1tXDvYpjI/AAAAAAAABPM/F8SvyLeIrjY/s1600/DSCN8044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5guv0zqRfyc/TX1tXDvYpjI/AAAAAAAABPM/F8SvyLeIrjY/s400/DSCN8044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583739355917755954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gerbera daisies, petunias, and others I don't remember the names for. That is why the tags are still in the pots I planted them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aX3T7d3SB18/TX1tXVBiR8I/AAAAAAAABPU/1gFQ4tdq_pM/s1600/DSCN8045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aX3T7d3SB18/TX1tXVBiR8I/AAAAAAAABPU/1gFQ4tdq_pM/s400/DSCN8045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583739360557287362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cilantro, Serrano Peppers, and Jalapeno Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cS3qHGIi-64/TX1tWyvZPrI/AAAAAAAABPE/DHhmkOmVAlo/s1600/DSCN8046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cS3qHGIi-64/TX1tWyvZPrI/AAAAAAAABPE/DHhmkOmVAlo/s400/DSCN8046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583739351354392242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow squash at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty pleased. Now I have to keep them alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-5143507007390447028?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5143507007390447028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5143507007390447028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5143507007390447028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5143507007390447028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/03/there-is-beauty-all-around.html' title='There is Beauty All Around'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r2ZHI17HIIw/TX1trb5lEjI/AAAAAAAABPk/Fym7Gb6XJ8A/s72-c/DSCN8049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-1413871715940829702</id><published>2011-03-08T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:56:11.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Appear Very Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I rate English proficiency tests online. I came across a classic tonight. The prompt she was answering was to describe    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; &lt;meta name="Keywords" content=""&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"&gt; &lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"&gt; &lt;link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/Tamara/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0clip_filelist.xml"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves&gt;false&lt;/w:TrackMoves&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridverticalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertalignintxbx/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a problem she had making an appointment, for a hairstylist, doctor, dentist, etc…What steps were taken to solve it? She must have thought it was a role playing prompt, but see following transcription I typed of what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a very important appointment, now I am a single and I have to marry this year. So, after 5 hours I will go to meet my new boyfriend. So I must , must , so I must appear very beautiful, so hair designer please make me like a young girl, and makeup artist make me more younger and shiny. Please help me , please change me more beautiful and more cute, because I really have to married because I old, please change me more beautiful. I trust you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha ha ha, loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-1413871715940829702?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/1413871715940829702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=1413871715940829702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/1413871715940829702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/1413871715940829702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-must-appear-very-beautiful.html' title='I Must Appear Very Beautiful'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5332641870237667726</id><published>2011-03-06T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:36:04.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enduring the Mortal Experience for God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Sunday I gave a talk in church. Unlike in most other churches, In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, members of the congregation speak instead of a pastor or priest. I was assigned the topic of Enduring for God. Since there were a few people I invited to come listen to me but were unable to attend, I thought I'd post my talk blog style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoCVzHbxdn4/TXPfvZda1VI/AAAAAAAABO0/VM6fHdv4jKc/s1600/DSCN0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoCVzHbxdn4/TXPfvZda1VI/AAAAAAAABO0/VM6fHdv4jKc/s400/DSCN0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581050368623301970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enduring the Mortal Experience for God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to speak on "persevering/enduring ______ for God". I chose to insert "the mortal experience".  Persevering/enduring the mortal experience for God. The most logical place for me to start was going to the topical guide in the back of the Book of Mormon. Under "endure" are the words bear, continue, diligence, faith, firmness, obedience, perseverance, probation, and steadfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the margin of page I highlighted 12 scriptures and wrote the following statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Endurance is not suffering, but loyalty to Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that. There are four scriptures that really stood out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2 Nephi 31:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wherefore, ye must press forward with a &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote46" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/31?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=31&amp;amp;noteID=20a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;steadfastness&lt;/a&gt; in Christ, having a perfect brightness of &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote47" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/31?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=31&amp;amp;noteID=20b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;hope&lt;/a&gt;, and a &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote48" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/31?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=31&amp;amp;noteID=20c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote49" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/31?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=31&amp;amp;noteID=20d&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;endure&lt;/a&gt; to the end, behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote50" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/31?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=31&amp;amp;noteID=20e&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;eternal&lt;/a&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moroni 8:26&lt;/span&gt; And the remission of sins bringeth &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote43" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/8?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=moro&amp;amp;chapterUri=8&amp;amp;noteID=26a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;meekne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="footnote43" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/8?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=moro&amp;amp;chapterUri=8&amp;amp;noteID=26a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;ss&lt;/a&gt;, and lowliness of heart; and because of meekness and lowliness of heart cometh the visitation of the &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote44" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/8?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=moro&amp;amp;chapterUri=8&amp;amp;noteID=26b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;Holy Ghost&lt;/a&gt;, which &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote45" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/8?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=moro&amp;amp;chapterUri=8&amp;amp;noteID=26c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;Comforter&lt;/a&gt; &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote46" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/8?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=moro&amp;amp;chapterUri=8&amp;amp;noteID=26d&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;filleth&lt;/a&gt; with hope and perfect &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote47" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/8?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=moro&amp;amp;chapterUri=8&amp;amp;noteID=26e&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, which love endureth by &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote48" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/8?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=moro&amp;amp;chapterUri=8&amp;amp;noteID=26f&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;diligence&lt;/a&gt; unto &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote49" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/8?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=moro&amp;amp;chapterUri=8&amp;amp;noteID=26g&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;prayer&lt;/a&gt;, until the end shall come, when all the &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;h&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote50" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/8?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=moro&amp;amp;chapterUri=8&amp;amp;noteID=26h&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;saints&lt;/a&gt; shall dwell with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omni 1:26&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now, my beloved brethren, I would that ye should &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote44" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/omni/1?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=omni&amp;amp;chapterUri=1&amp;amp;noteID=26a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;come&lt;/a&gt;  unto Christ, who is the Holy One of Israel, and partake of his  salvation, and the power of his redemption. Yea, come unto him, and &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote45" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/omni/1?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=omni&amp;amp;chapterUri=1&amp;amp;noteID=26b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;offer&lt;/a&gt; your whole souls as an &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote46" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/omni/1?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=omni&amp;amp;chapterUri=1&amp;amp;noteID=26c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;offering&lt;/a&gt; unto him, and continue in &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote47" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/omni/1?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=omni&amp;amp;chapterUri=1&amp;amp;noteID=26d&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;fasting&lt;/a&gt; and praying, and endure to the end; and as the Lord liveth ye will be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 24:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="verse" &gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Be &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote15" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/24?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&amp;amp;bookUri=dc&amp;amp;chapterUri=24&amp;amp;noteID=8a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;patient&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote16" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/24?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&amp;amp;bookUri=dc&amp;amp;chapterUri=24&amp;amp;noteID=8b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;afflictions&lt;/a&gt;, for thou shalt have many; but &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote17" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/24?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&amp;amp;bookUri=dc&amp;amp;chapterUri=24&amp;amp;noteID=8c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;endure&lt;/a&gt; them, for, lo, I am with thee, even unto the &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote18" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/24?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&amp;amp;bookUri=dc&amp;amp;chapterUri=24&amp;amp;noteID=8d&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;end&lt;/a&gt; of thy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the common themes I see are obedience to the commandments, hope and faith in Christ, and especially enduring to the end. The end? The end of what? We are eternal beings, and this mortal probation is but a small moment in eternity. If we are to endure to the end, it must be the end of this mortal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is enduring the mortal experience FOR God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moses 1:39&lt;/span&gt; says- For behold, this is my &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote109" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/moses/1?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=pgp&amp;amp;bookUri=moses&amp;amp;chapterUri=1&amp;amp;noteID=39a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote110" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/moses/1?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=pgp&amp;amp;bookUri=moses&amp;amp;chapterUri=1&amp;amp;noteID=39b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;glory&lt;/a&gt;—to bring to pass the &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote111" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/moses/1?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=pgp&amp;amp;bookUri=moses&amp;amp;chapterUri=1&amp;amp;noteID=39c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;immortality&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote112" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/moses/1?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=pgp&amp;amp;bookUri=moses&amp;amp;chapterUri=1&amp;amp;noteID=39d&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;eternal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote113" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/moses/1?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=pgp&amp;amp;bookUri=moses&amp;amp;chapterUri=1&amp;amp;noteID=39e&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt; of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants to give us eternal life, but it can only be given if we continue in faith, endure, all the days of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say life is to endured is not to say that we cannot have joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall I was working on something that I really wanted. I was very happy. One crisp fall morning my dad was weeding the flowerbed and I was keeping him company. I said to him that I was so happy but knew at any moment it would fall apart and I was going to miss being so happy. My dad pointed out that Adam and Eve were commanded to have joy. Joy is part of life and we should not expect it to just go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Nephi 2:25-26&lt;/span&gt; says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote64" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=25a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt; &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote65" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=25b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;fell&lt;/a&gt; that men might be; and men &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote66" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=25c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;are&lt;/a&gt;, that they might have &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote67" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=25d&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;joy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="26"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote68" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=26a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;Messiah&lt;/a&gt; cometh in the fulness of time, that he may &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote69" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=26b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;redeem&lt;/a&gt; the children of men from the fall. And because that they are &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote70" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=26c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;redeemed&lt;/a&gt; from the fall they have become &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote71" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=26d&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;free&lt;/a&gt; forever, knowing good from evil; to act for themselves and not to be acted upon, save it be by the punishment of the &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote72" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=2-ne&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=26e&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;law&lt;/a&gt; at the great and last day, according to the commandments which God hath given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The fall was harsh, living in the world outside the garden was hard...but we are to have joy and an important factor in that is choosing happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things didn't go according to MY plan after all last fall, and I had moments were joy was not part of the mix of emotions I was feeling, but my dad reminded me that I said all along I was going to enjoy the moment while it lasted. I had to do what 2 Nephi 2:26 says, I had to act for myself, take action, and endure- happily! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So how do we endure? I have 3 things that I'll discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGWuh2iKEAg/TXPfvOURT0I/AAAAAAAABOs/49PnIcV3UEE/s1600/17452_429514485321_873355321_10741618_1366819_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGWuh2iKEAg/TXPfvOURT0I/AAAAAAAABOs/49PnIcV3UEE/s400/17452_429514485321_873355321_10741618_1366819_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581050365632139074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.) Surround yourself with good friends, other covenant keeping people. There are a few friends in particular that I feel a special connection with. We rally together, have the take action attitude, support, strengthen, encourage, cheer lead, and cry together when boys break our hearts. Always persevering and reminding each other of hope and faith in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9L39FPnnz1o/TXPgTXwWpmI/AAAAAAAABO8/1MhTNKhegZs/s1600/DSC04985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9L39FPnnz1o/TXPgTXwWpmI/AAAAAAAABO8/1MhTNKhegZs/s400/DSC04985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581050986641139298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3TXBM5WLY8/TXPfuz8nhPI/AAAAAAAABOk/eKKvmDba7uY/s1600/17452_429514655321_873355321_10741638_5595146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3TXBM5WLY8/TXPfuz8nhPI/AAAAAAAABOk/eKKvmDba7uY/s400/17452_429514655321_873355321_10741638_5595146_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581050358553609458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.) Hope. Hope is essential to enduring to the end. Hope is knowing that with faith and patience, all promises will be fulfilled. Hebrews 6:10-20..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clarityWord"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; not &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote17" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=10a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;unrighteous&lt;/a&gt; to forget your work and &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote18" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=10b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;labour&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote19" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=10c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, which ye have shewed toward his &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote20" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=10d&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;name&lt;/a&gt;, in that ye have ministered to the saints, and do minister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="11"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we desire that every one of you do shew the same &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote21" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=11a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;diligence&lt;/a&gt; to the full assurance of hope unto the end:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="12"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That ye be not &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote22" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=12a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;slothful&lt;/a&gt;, but followers of them who through &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote23" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=12b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote24" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=12c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;patience&lt;/a&gt; inherit the &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote25" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=12d&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;promises&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="13"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For when God made promise to Abraham, because he could &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote26" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=13a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;swear&lt;/a&gt; by no greater, he &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote27" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=13b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;sware&lt;/a&gt; by himself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="14"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saying, Surely blessing I will &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote28" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=14a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;bless&lt;/a&gt; thee, and multiplying I will multiply thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="15"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so, after he had patiently &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote29" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=15a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;endured&lt;/a&gt;, he obtained the promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="16"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For men verily swear by the greater: and an &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote30" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=16a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;oath&lt;/a&gt; for confirmation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clarityWord"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to them an end of all &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote31" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=16b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;strife&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="17"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wherein God, willing more abundantly to shew unto the heirs of promise the immutability of his &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote32" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=17a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;counsel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote33" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=17b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;confirmed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clarityWord"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by an &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote34" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=17c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;oath&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.17"&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That by two immutable things, in which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clarityWord"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; impossible for God to &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote35" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=18a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;lie&lt;/a&gt;, we might have a strong consolation, who have fled for &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote36" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=18b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;refuge&lt;/a&gt; to lay hold upon the &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote37" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=18c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;hope&lt;/a&gt; set before us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.19"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="19"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clarityWord"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; we have as an &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote38" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=19a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;anchor&lt;/a&gt; of the soul, both sure and stedfast, and which entereth into that within the &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote39" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=19b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;veil&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="20"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whither the forerunner is for us entered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clarityWord"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jesus, made an &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote40" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/6?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=heb&amp;amp;chapterUri=6&amp;amp;noteID=20a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;high&lt;/a&gt; priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abraham certainly had to endure. I love these verses. They teach so much about hope. I especially like how it teaches that with hope all strife can cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.) We endure by utilizing the Atonement of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alma chapter 7 teaches us this about the Atonement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.20"&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he shall go forth, suffering pains and &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote15" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/7?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=alma&amp;amp;chapterUri=7&amp;amp;noteID=11a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;afflictions&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote16" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/7?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=alma&amp;amp;chapterUri=7&amp;amp;noteID=11b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;temptations&lt;/a&gt; of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote17" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/7?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=alma&amp;amp;chapterUri=7&amp;amp;noteID=11c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;take&lt;/a&gt; upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/alma/7.12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="12"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he will take upon him &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote18" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/7?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=alma&amp;amp;chapterUri=7&amp;amp;noteID=12a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;death&lt;/a&gt;, that he may &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote19" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/7?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=alma&amp;amp;chapterUri=7&amp;amp;noteID=12b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;loose&lt;/a&gt;  the bands of death which bind his people; and he will take upon him  their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according  to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote20" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/7?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=alma&amp;amp;chapterUri=7&amp;amp;noteID=12c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;succor&lt;/a&gt; his people according to their infirmities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/alma/7.13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="13"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now the Spirit &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote21" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/7?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=alma&amp;amp;chapterUri=7&amp;amp;noteID=13a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;knoweth&lt;/a&gt; all things; nevertheless the Son of God suffereth according to the &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote22" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/7?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=alma&amp;amp;chapterUri=7&amp;amp;noteID=13b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;flesh&lt;/a&gt; that he might &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote23" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/7?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=bofm&amp;amp;bookUri=alma&amp;amp;chapterUri=7&amp;amp;noteID=13c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;take&lt;/a&gt;  upon him the sins of his people, that he might blot out their  transgressions according to the power of his deliverance; and now  behold, this is the testimony which is in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/alma/7.13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Atonement helps us or rather is essential to enduring because we are not perfect for one, and have need of repentance as we fall short of keeping the commandments, and two life hurts sometimes and the Atonement can heal our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/alma/7.13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a testimony in the Atonement of Jesus Christ. I have a testimony that this is the restored Gospel of Jesus Christ, and if we can endure to the end and do all that He has asked of us, we will obtain Eternal Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/alma/7.13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romans 8:38&lt;/span&gt; For  I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor  principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/rom/8.39"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="39"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote79" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/rom/8?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=rom&amp;amp;chapterUri=8&amp;amp;noteID=39a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;separate&lt;/a&gt; us from the &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote80" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/rom/8?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=rom&amp;amp;chapterUri=8&amp;amp;noteID=39b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/rom/8.39"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/rom/8.39"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Timonthy 4: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="verse" &gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have fought a good &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote14" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/2-tim/4?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=2-tim&amp;amp;chapterUri=4&amp;amp;noteID=7a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;fight&lt;/a&gt;, I have &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote15" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/2-tim/4?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=2-tim&amp;amp;chapterUri=4&amp;amp;noteID=7b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;finished&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clarityWord"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; course, I have kept the faith:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/2-tim/4.8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark dontHighlight" name="8"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Henceforth there is laid up for me a &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote16" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/2-tim/4?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=2-tim&amp;amp;chapterUri=4&amp;amp;noteID=8a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;crown&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote17" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/2-tim/4?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=2-tim&amp;amp;chapterUri=4&amp;amp;noteID=8b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;righteousness&lt;/a&gt;, which the Lord, the righteous &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote18" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/2-tim/4?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=2-tim&amp;amp;chapterUri=4&amp;amp;noteID=8c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;judge&lt;/a&gt;, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/nt/heb/6.20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="" uri="/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/2.26"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-5332641870237667726?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5332641870237667726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5332641870237667726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5332641870237667726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5332641870237667726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/03/enduring-mortal-experience-for-god.html' title='Enduring the Mortal Experience for God'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoCVzHbxdn4/TXPfvZda1VI/AAAAAAAABO0/VM6fHdv4jKc/s72-c/DSCN0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-254327676230785062</id><published>2011-02-24T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T19:39:48.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Again Ehhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whB6dKj7izw/TWcii1sBhEI/AAAAAAAABOE/V1GFoAfRwro/s1600/DSCN8031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whB6dKj7izw/TWcii1sBhEI/AAAAAAAABOE/V1GFoAfRwro/s400/DSCN8031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577464645444273218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was silly, it was cheesy, it was all fun, it was a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad recently received proof of his Canadian Citizenship. He is Canadian again! So, we threw him a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq-TqDFKiQ/TWciQ0A5_rI/AAAAAAAABN8/0IJR8Ftp-OA/s1600/DSCN8034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq-TqDFKiQ/TWciQ0A5_rI/AAAAAAAABN8/0IJR8Ftp-OA/s400/DSCN8034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577464335757344434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey...very Canadian ehh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ke-QPbtt2zI/TWciQocLi4I/AAAAAAAABN0/pwHlnFmFD3I/s1600/DSCN8035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ke-QPbtt2zI/TWciQocLi4I/AAAAAAAABN0/pwHlnFmFD3I/s400/DSCN8035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577464332650515330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good food and great guests. On the silly side we had pizza with Canadian bacon. But we also had split pea soup and some very authentic desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N3DwpB4qLpg/TWciQZpw4QI/AAAAAAAABNs/nlD8Ld8cefE/s1600/DSCN8036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N3DwpB4qLpg/TWciQZpw4QI/AAAAAAAABNs/nlD8Ld8cefE/s400/DSCN8036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577464328680956162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How do you find a flag with a week's notice? Well, you make one. I must say, my maple leaf looks fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhivzlLZTtk/TWciQCieDcI/AAAAAAAABNk/TS75fuEfVE0/s1600/DSCN8033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhivzlLZTtk/TWciQCieDcI/AAAAAAAABNk/TS75fuEfVE0/s400/DSCN8033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577464322476346818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Great-Grandma Olive Vaile's recipe. Don't get all red and embarrassed now...it is called "Sex in a Pan". It is delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27SAoc8ZQ0g/TWciPz-NaAI/AAAAAAAABNc/-FGVeKFo9vQ/s1600/DSCN8030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27SAoc8ZQ0g/TWciPz-NaAI/AAAAAAAABNc/-FGVeKFo9vQ/s400/DSCN8030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577464318566164482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aero candy bars with toothpicks, and naniamo bars- a dessert originating from B.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if the Canadian relatives are offended, but we had ourselves a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-254327676230785062?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/254327676230785062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=254327676230785062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/254327676230785062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/254327676230785062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/02/canadian-again-ehhhhhh.html' title='Canadian Again Ehhhhhh!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whB6dKj7izw/TWcii1sBhEI/AAAAAAAABOE/V1GFoAfRwro/s72-c/DSCN8031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-6522195363376086776</id><published>2011-02-16T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T06:59:03.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6Zvd6926YY/TVvl6n7sdZI/AAAAAAAABM8/rApAsG_AVGI/s1600/DSCN8029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6Zvd6926YY/TVvl6n7sdZI/AAAAAAAABM8/rApAsG_AVGI/s400/DSCN8029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574301759115654546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you have a perfect moment? Yes, yes you can. If not for perfect moments that build upon each other, we could not learn the attribute of hope...hope that one day obtaining perfection and realizing that all that God has promised us and wants for us (immortality and eternal life) will be ours one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a one of those perfect moments this past weekend. It was a moment where I was my smiling self, enjoying some of life's simple joys. I say "moment" but it did last several hours and centered around a silly Institute dance- the Pink Dance, with my handsome friend as my date. It included good company, dancing like crazy, being spun, and spun, and spun, and then dipped. It involved a chance to serve, ice cream with a group of friends and a gentleman who paid. It involved singing, laughing, compliments, and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some moments you get so you know life is full of joy and just as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love perfect moments.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kr4rB7osM8Y/TVvl6VUxlEI/AAAAAAAABM0/FMfcx2Yaot8/s1600/pink%2Bdance%2B2011%2Bdip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kr4rB7osM8Y/TVvl6VUxlEI/AAAAAAAABM0/FMfcx2Yaot8/s400/pink%2Bdance%2B2011%2Bdip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574301754120574018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-6522195363376086776?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/6522195363376086776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=6522195363376086776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6522195363376086776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6522195363376086776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/02/perfect-moment.html' title='Perfect Moment'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6Zvd6926YY/TVvl6n7sdZI/AAAAAAAABM8/rApAsG_AVGI/s72-c/DSCN8029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-4597251369697252361</id><published>2011-01-31T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:00:40.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Among Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a few angels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were answers to a prayer...literally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One came an hour after I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One gave me encouraging words in texts and chatting online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dropped off cheesecake bites at my apartment tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dropped off a sweet roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another answered her phone when I had a minor-meltdown that felt like the world was ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One came by just to say hello, and then I realized what a beautiful day it was outside yesterday so I opened the blinds and windows and my mood was changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The list could go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for some support and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered me with my angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-4597251369697252361?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/4597251369697252361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=4597251369697252361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4597251369697252361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4597251369697252361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/01/angels-among-us.html' title='Angels Among Us'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-3768723851693706549</id><published>2011-01-23T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:37:47.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Willing to Mourn With Those That Mourn</title><content type='html'>My heart has been a bit achey the past week or so. There are three of friends of mine that are struggling. Some with some giant things, other small things, and some will probably never overcome the challenges they face in this life. Big or small, they are all hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Book of Mormon, &lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/mosiah/18?lang=eng"&gt;Mosiah chapter 18,&lt;/a&gt; verses 8-13 we learn of what is promised to us and what we promise (a covenant) when we are baptized. Among other things, we promise to be "willing to bear one another's burdens, that they may be light;...to mourn with those that mourn; yeah, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about my friends today, I realize that it is not expected of me to "fix" their problems, or to make it all better. That is what the Atonement of Jesus Christ is for. His job is to heal. My job is bring others to Christ if I can, and love and serve. I'm not trying to fix. I just want to do well whatever it is that is actually in my power to do. So why so sad today?  Today I think I am just doing what I have covenanted to be willing to do..to mourn, bear burdens, and comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I press on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-3768723851693706549?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/3768723851693706549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=3768723851693706549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/3768723851693706549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/3768723851693706549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/01/willing-to-mourn-with-those-that-mourn.html' title='Willing to Mourn With Those That Mourn'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-6491533388828889771</id><published>2011-01-11T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:26:26.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Apartment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bQ9bvq3I/AAAAAAAABL4/g7TNEBI-wm4/s1600/DSCN8020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bQ9bvq3I/AAAAAAAABL4/g7TNEBI-wm4/s320/DSCN8020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561131093055220594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to my apartment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0btUndTAI/AAAAAAAABMg/SNb3U_Oorts/s1600/DSCN8002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0btUndTAI/AAAAAAAABMg/SNb3U_Oorts/s320/DSCN8002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561131580314700802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Spice a dish with Love and it pleases every Palate." My rack of Indian Spices from Nadia and Natasha. Made with LOVE!  Just need some American ones now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0cKM0I7mI/AAAAAAAABMo/jlEQWTWYEfw/s1600/DSCN8001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0cKM0I7mI/AAAAAAAABMo/jlEQWTWYEfw/s320/DSCN8001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561132076436614754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Small, but big enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0btH3K59I/AAAAAAAABMY/HrgjNQI-_BA/s1600/DSCN8010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0btH3K59I/AAAAAAAABMY/HrgjNQI-_BA/s320/DSCN8010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561131576890943442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, I put it together all by myself! Thank goodness my tool box has an allen wrench attachment for my power tool! It would have taken me forever! I love this table, love, love, love it. I have never been a coaster person, but now that I have a table I spend good money on and built, I am reconsidering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bsxkNCrI/AAAAAAAABMQ/dPKD9OXVG7Q/s1600/DSCN8013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bsxkNCrI/AAAAAAAABMQ/dPKD9OXVG7Q/s320/DSCN8013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561131570905811634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My neighbors surprised me with flowers. Perfect way to cheer up a dining room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bsuUrklI/AAAAAAAABMI/jnhDgNRt6Yc/s1600/DSCN8014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bsuUrklI/AAAAAAAABMI/jnhDgNRt6Yc/s320/DSCN8014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561131570035397202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sorting of the knick knacks began Sunday morning. All this has been in storage since high school. These are all from Canada, England, or Germany, given to me by my Grandma Kelm or Great-Grandma Vaile. Random keepsakes, I just had to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bsXymuqI/AAAAAAAABMA/onrwQBvTjrw/s1600/DSCN8019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bsXymuqI/AAAAAAAABMA/onrwQBvTjrw/s320/DSCN8019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561131563986893474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fridge is properly stocked. My brother LOVES me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bQiWzooI/AAAAAAAABLw/JhfRDA6Fz80/s1600/DSCN8022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bQiWzooI/AAAAAAAABLw/JhfRDA6Fz80/s320/DSCN8022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561131085786751618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room still waiting for a couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bQEkmKfI/AAAAAAAABLo/mohWUNZfbxc/s1600/DSCN8024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bQEkmKfI/AAAAAAAABLo/mohWUNZfbxc/s320/DSCN8024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561131077791525362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love that I can walk around my bedroom and not just walk around my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bP6jDK7I/AAAAAAAABLg/4IvVeYduNEw/s1600/DSCN8025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bP6jDK7I/AAAAAAAABLg/4IvVeYduNEw/s320/DSCN8025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561131075100683186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bPup_2FI/AAAAAAAABLY/qsVnHEdkWPc/s1600/DSCN8026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bPup_2FI/AAAAAAAABLY/qsVnHEdkWPc/s320/DSCN8026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561131071908599890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice big counter. It also has its own large closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-6491533388828889771?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/6491533388828889771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=6491533388828889771' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6491533388828889771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6491533388828889771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-to-my-apartment.html' title='Welcome To My Apartment!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TS0bQ9bvq3I/AAAAAAAABL4/g7TNEBI-wm4/s72-c/DSCN8020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-6843472700344524821</id><published>2011-01-09T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:21:06.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>I did it, moved into my own apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been telling my dreams to the scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;About the places that I'd like to see&lt;br /&gt;I say, "friend do you think I'll ever get there?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but he just stands there smilin' back at me&lt;br /&gt;So I confessed my sins to the preacher&lt;br /&gt;About the love I've been prayin' to find&lt;br /&gt;Is there a brown-eyed boy in my future, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And he says, "girl, you've got nothin' but time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you wait for heaven?&lt;br /&gt;And who has that much time?&lt;br /&gt;And how do you keep your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you were born,&lt;br /&gt;You were born to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy he is grounded like the oak tree&lt;br /&gt;My momma she is steady as the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, you know I love my folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep starin' down the road&lt;br /&gt;Just lookin' for my one chance to run&lt;br /&gt;Hey, cause I will soar away like a blackbird&lt;br /&gt;I will blow in the wind like a seed&lt;br /&gt;I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I will grow up where I wander wild and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, How do you wait for heaven?&lt;br /&gt;And who has that much time?&lt;br /&gt;And how do you keep your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;When you know, that you were born?&lt;br /&gt;You were born, yeah, you were born to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you wait for heaven?&lt;br /&gt;And who has that much time?&lt;br /&gt;And how do you keep your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;When you know, that you were born&lt;br /&gt;You were born to fly, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; You were born to fly, fly, fly, fly, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Ooo,Ooo,Ooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-6843472700344524821?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/6843472700344524821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=6843472700344524821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6843472700344524821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6843472700344524821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/01/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-12042223116672581</id><published>2011-01-02T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:45:07.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan A</title><content type='html'>A friend asked me what I was planning on for New Year's Eve. She said she hoped I'd found someone cute to smooch at midnight. Well, that was plan A. However, Plan A has been postponed yet one more year. I replied to her email  feeling kinda down, like Plan B was a lesser options. Shame on me! Here is what Plan B entailed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated New Year's just how I wanted...The first decision I made was to NOT attend the New Year's Eve Dance. I can't remember the last time I did not attend it. I didn't miss it one bit!  I celebrated by hanging out with my family, the Konkles, and the Princes, eating waffles, milk duds, chips and salsa  and playing doubles ping-pong with my brother, a trivia game by the funny Dallan Prince, and socializing til 11 pm when some of the adults  wanted to go to bed. Then I went to Desiree's apt and toasted in the new  year with her and a glass of Martinelli's sparking cider. I was in bed just after 1:11 on 1/11/11.  I got up at 6:30 am to go meet a nice big group of about 20 of  us at Mt Bonnell to see the 1st sunrise of the year followed by Kerby  Lane for breakfast where Abraham Martinez ended up paying for our table (4  girls). Then, I made black eyed peas and collard green soup for good luck  and prosperity. Chanda Vaniman used to make it for us but since she moved to TN, I had to take matters into my own hands. In the afternoon Dad, Mom, Devin, and I headed to the Blanton Museum to see the  Monet exhibit. We like to pretend we are cultured, although Devin says that is just a fancy word for something that is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I hope soon I have a magical New Year's Eve with a kiss that sends sparks flying at the stroke of midnight, do I really have room for complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved watching the first sunrise. &lt;a href="http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/01/patience-part-ii.html"&gt;(Patience Part II Blog Entry)&lt;/a&gt; There is something monumental about it. Just another morning perhaps, but I learned a great lesson last year that stuck with me. I stood there in anticipation doubting it was really going to happen, like I missed it somehow. It just seemed too bright outside for the sun not to have come out already.  Then there it was, perfectly peaking up over the horizon. This year there was no doubt, I knew it was coming and I would know I had not missed it. This year I could rely on the faith and hope. Much like my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I started with the desire to be more patient, dare to dream, dare to love, dare to be fearless. I still have HUGE desires of my heart I am longing for. There are things that did come to pass in 2010-a fabulous cruise with friends, academic achievement, graduation, became a licensed therapist, got a great job, won an award, turned 30 and survived, got my heart broken and survived, and tried my darndest to strengthen relationships in many areas of my life. I was patient, I was fearless, I did love, and I dreamed. The sunrise was beautiful. I accomplished much good and there is still so much I can do. Because of what I know happened last year, I can continue in the faith and hope of a great new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Connie Summers. "If you are living righteously and striving daily to follow God's will for you, you are still on plan A." So maybe was I wanted in my head for New Year's was really plan B, instead I lived plan A...and what a wonderful plan that and the rest of this year can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one, moving into my very own apartment January 7th. Yep, that seems like an excellent place to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-12042223116672581?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/12042223116672581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=12042223116672581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/12042223116672581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/12042223116672581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2011/01/plan.html' title='Plan A'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-4870178575374578798</id><published>2010-12-28T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T18:59:21.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that how the universe works?</title><content type='html'>We went out to Pei Wei for dinner tonight. (Pad Thai with Chicken, no scallions is always a winner!) We got talking about silly things people say. Like when I say I don't really like dogs, people say- what if you marry a guy who loves dogs? My brother doesn't like to travel, people say- what if you marry a woman who loves to travel? My brother hoped he wouldn't go on a foreign mission, people would say- well that is just what you are going to get. I don't think the universe works that way. I said maybe I should try it though, like start saying- I never want to get married, ever! Devin said, great- you will either get married or it will come true but you'll believe you didn't want to and be okay with it. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-4870178575374578798?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/4870178575374578798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=4870178575374578798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4870178575374578798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/4870178575374578798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-that-how-universe-works.html' title='Is that how the universe works?'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-265934672803681545</id><published>2010-12-12T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:39:17.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Less IS More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQWD5OVLylI/AAAAAAAABLM/bYmPt4ndBD0/s1600/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQWD5OVLylI/AAAAAAAABLM/bYmPt4ndBD0/s400/IMG_1493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549987134926735954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes less IS more, and sometimes you CAN get too much of a good thing. I thought of this twice this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to teach Body Flow (a class combining Yoga, Pilates, and Tai Chi) at Gold's Gym. I loved taking the class about 3 years ago. I would walk out of class feeling rejuvenated and walking taller. Then I randomly decided to go to an open audition, tried out to be an instructor, then got certified in it. I taught it all while going back to school. I loved teaching, but the last year or so I just kind of went through the motions. Then every quarter when new music and choreography came out that I had to learn, I wore myself out doing a lot of Body Flow to get it all down. I can't say I felt rejuvenated or taller. Well the past two weeks, after a two month break, I re-introduced myself to Body Flow. One day I popped in a DVD that I learned off from, and then yesterday I went to a class taught by one of my favorite instructors. She said at the end of class something about feeling great and walking taller...well as I walked to my car I thought- YES, I do feel taller and calmer, and stronger! When I was just a participant I actually got to get into the zone that I lost as an instructor. I was doing too much Body Flow for awhile. Less is more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second lesson of less IS more came in two separate instances with friends this week where quality time hanging out was just what this worn out girl needed. One friend and I simply watched a favorite TV show together and then chatted next to the glow of her tinsel Christmas tree. The other time a friend surprised me by making dinner and then chatted for hours in a practically furniture-less apartment. Big groups can be fun, but more often it is the small simple settings one on one that bring me the most satisfaction. Less is more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQWD4yvxM4I/AAAAAAAABLE/E69ljrJrwHs/s1600/IMG_1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQWD4yvxM4I/AAAAAAAABLE/E69ljrJrwHs/s400/IMG_1470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549987127522046850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-265934672803681545?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/265934672803681545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=265934672803681545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/265934672803681545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/265934672803681545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-less-is-more.html' title='Sometimes Less IS More'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQWD5OVLylI/AAAAAAAABLM/bYmPt4ndBD0/s72-c/IMG_1493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-6824733170949419750</id><published>2010-12-12T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T08:58:16.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Cookie Bake-Off 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-gr7XiHI/AAAAAAAABK0/yy3Ub0_Aurg/s1600/DSCN7957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-gr7XiHI/AAAAAAAABK0/yy3Ub0_Aurg/s400/DSCN7957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549840478328293490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-Md6aSxI/AAAAAAAABKM/mderKbDsbMg/s1600/DSCN7966.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four contestants (Desiree, John, Joni, Tamara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four recipes (aka Egos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three judges (Matt, Abraham, Phillip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One auditor (Kevin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kind of cookie (Chocolate Chip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One winner.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Desiree! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One absolutely brilliant evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who came to play, eat, watch, enjoy, and share a fun night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-g7Dz1AI/AAAAAAAABK8/EokrTIJrUz8/s1600/DSCN7956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-g7Dz1AI/AAAAAAAABK8/EokrTIJrUz8/s400/DSCN7956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549840482390234114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-NwUGUEI/AAAAAAAABKs/6X8jpBZ97pY/s1600/DSCN7959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-NwUGUEI/AAAAAAAABKs/6X8jpBZ97pY/s400/DSCN7959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549840153088249922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-NZUcNRI/AAAAAAAABKk/_pNIs2Hnwdw/s1600/DSCN7958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-MnMp7-I/AAAAAAAABKU/nUnSLeMAyfQ/s400/DSCN7964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549840133461241826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-Md6aSxI/AAAAAAAABKM/mderKbDsbMg/s1600/DSCN7966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-Md6aSxI/AAAAAAAABKM/mderKbDsbMg/s400/DSCN7966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549840130968800018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-6824733170949419750?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/6824733170949419750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=6824733170949419750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6824733170949419750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6824733170949419750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/12/chocolate-chip-cookie-bake-off-2010.html' title='Chocolate Chip Cookie Bake-Off 2010'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TQT-gr7XiHI/AAAAAAAABK0/yy3Ub0_Aurg/s72-c/DSCN7957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-914306566376885512</id><published>2010-12-04T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T15:10:58.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Beth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPrH1vWOLJI/AAAAAAAABKE/laKKxfZGJ6c/s1600/DSCN8027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPrH1vWOLJI/AAAAAAAABKE/laKKxfZGJ6c/s400/DSCN8027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546965617116851346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Beth. She is one of the sweetest people I know. She likes to come across as  tough (she will only play football if it ISN'T flag, what fun is it if you can't tackle?), but she is really a softie. Beth remembers details and numbers like no other. If you have an event going on in your life, big or small, she will remember. She loves being around people. Beth is genuinely happy to see everyone, she greets you with a smile and if you're lucky, a hug. She loves Chicago, the mafia, wrestling, talking on the phone, Facebook, hanging out at the Institute, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and has excellent taste in men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPrH1XMUsmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/0eZkg5Qva6k/s1600/DSCN8003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPrH1XMUsmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/0eZkg5Qva6k/s400/DSCN8003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546965610632884834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do love this girl a lot. She has taught me a lot about being more  Christ-like. Thanks Beth for being such a great and loving friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPrH1J4nZxI/AAAAAAAABJ0/8A_Jkqp1uwY/s1600/n503867774_995232_7135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPrH1J4nZxI/AAAAAAAABJ0/8A_Jkqp1uwY/s400/n503867774_995232_7135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546965607060563730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-914306566376885512?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/914306566376885512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=914306566376885512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/914306566376885512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/914306566376885512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-friend-beth.html' title='My Friend Beth'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPrH1vWOLJI/AAAAAAAABKE/laKKxfZGJ6c/s72-c/DSCN8027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-6777583912324004613</id><published>2010-11-28T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T08:15:28.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7qQZ6kLI/AAAAAAAABIs/UdvM9diD1q0/s1600/DSCN7947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7qQZ6kLI/AAAAAAAABIs/UdvM9diD1q0/s400/DSCN7947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544630057134887090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well we did it, we decided it was time to start looking like Christmas, even thought it is still November for a few more days. Even the pumpkins busted out the Christmas Spirit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7rsIeOZI/AAAAAAAABJE/cmF_dd2egsI/s1600/DSCN7944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7rsIeOZI/AAAAAAAABJE/cmF_dd2egsI/s400/DSCN7944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544630081757788562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and so did the Canadian moose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to an "Elf" party, based on the movie. Here is Nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ8c1LMrSI/AAAAAAAABJk/QgcJ17u9dgA/s1600/Photo%2B264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ8c1LMrSI/AAAAAAAABJk/QgcJ17u9dgA/s400/Photo%2B264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544630925998730530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and naughty. Saw a great shirt. It said "Dear Santa, let me explain..."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7r4IFDWI/AAAAAAAABJM/O72ZEQ2NdCQ/s1600/Photo%2B263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7r4IFDWI/AAAAAAAABJM/O72ZEQ2NdCQ/s400/Photo%2B263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544630084977364322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ8cvzTiQI/AAAAAAAABJc/W4KtRW6xHg4/s1600/149242_804908644639_17827057_41896247_900648_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ8cvzTiQI/AAAAAAAABJc/W4KtRW6xHg4/s400/149242_804908644639_17827057_41896247_900648_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544630924556339458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melissa and Ivy had the place all decked out. We had to walk through the candy cane forest and dress like an Elf. We ate the four food groups- candy, candy canes, candy corn, and syrup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom picked out this years tree. It was an 8.5 footer. They only charged us for 7.5 feet though because the top foot was just the trunk and would be cut off. It is so big and heavy it is being held to the wall by string. I love the randomness of our decorations, makes me happy. Now it needs some presents underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7IuKTFJI/AAAAAAAABIM/N8omfsf1UJ0/s1600/DSCN7940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7IuKTFJI/AAAAAAAABIM/N8omfsf1UJ0/s400/DSCN7940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544629481006896274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7KFEUuaI/AAAAAAAABIk/WUkNKnF8iOI/s1600/DSCN7948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7KFEUuaI/AAAAAAAABIk/WUkNKnF8iOI/s400/DSCN7948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544629504335722914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both of these teams got embarrassed by the rivals this year, but we are not fair-weather fans and will stick by them! Hook'em Horns and Goooo Cougars...now come fall of 2011 this house might be a bit divided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7J5YOYiI/AAAAAAAABIc/kCkZppevxSA/s1600/DSCN7949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7J5YOYiI/AAAAAAAABIc/kCkZppevxSA/s400/DSCN7949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544629501197967906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those paper decorations were made by my parents when they first got married. They are old and "ugly" as mom said, but 30 years later they still find a place on the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Christmas decorations would not be complete without mom's nativity scenes. They come from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7q5vAa8I/AAAAAAAABI0/gpKt5rABq5s/s1600/DSCN7946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7q5vAa8I/AAAAAAAABI0/gpKt5rABq5s/s400/DSCN7946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544630068229204930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ_PRjib-I/AAAAAAAABJs/stBVZriXBog/s1600/DSCN7942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ_PRjib-I/AAAAAAAABJs/stBVZriXBog/s400/DSCN7942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544633991633727458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7rYVnloI/AAAAAAAABI8/mIeJcIEcyk4/s1600/DSCN7945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7rYVnloI/AAAAAAAABI8/mIeJcIEcyk4/s400/DSCN7945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544630076444219010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7I8Jd9gI/AAAAAAAABIU/OO-YRH3rVIA/s1600/DSCN7950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7I8Jd9gI/AAAAAAAABIU/OO-YRH3rVIA/s400/DSCN7950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544629484761511426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7IuKTFJI/AAAAAAAABIM/N8omfsf1UJ0/s1600/DSCN7940.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7IBh95DI/AAAAAAAABIE/f4_wB0SiuTI/s1600/DSCN7941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7IBh95DI/AAAAAAAABIE/f4_wB0SiuTI/s400/DSCN7941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544629469026575410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-6777583912324004613?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/6777583912324004613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=6777583912324004613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6777583912324004613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6777583912324004613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TPJ7qQZ6kLI/AAAAAAAABIs/UdvM9diD1q0/s72-c/DSCN7947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5519248691802666672</id><published>2010-11-14T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:50:38.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the peace of God rule in your hearts...</title><content type='html'>I thought I would follow up on my last post, "Surviving Disappointment". Item #13 refers to learn to express love regardless of how I felt. Well, at the time I wrote it I knew it needed to be on the list, but I didn't know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday after being miserable for two weeks, I decided that enough was enough. I needed to figure out how to move forward. The answer is and always will be LOVE. I was re-reading some notes I wrote down earlier in the year and came across this scripture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colossians 3&lt;br /&gt;12  Put on therefore, as the &lt;sup&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="TG Election." mark="a" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/col/3/12a"&gt;elect&lt;/a&gt; of God, holy and beloved, &lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="Gal. 5: 22." mark="b" type="A" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/col/3/12b"&gt;bowels&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;sup&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="TG Mercy." mark="c" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/col/3/12c"&gt;mercies&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;sup&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="TG Benevolence." mark="d" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/col/3/12d"&gt;kindness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="TG Humility." mark="e" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/col/3/12e"&gt;humbleness&lt;/a&gt; of mind, &lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="TG Meekness." mark="f" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/col/3/12f"&gt;meekness&lt;/a&gt;, longsuffering;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="col/3/13" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   13  &lt;sup&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="TG Forbearance." mark="a" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/col/3/13a"&gt;Forbearing&lt;/a&gt; one another, and &lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="Mosiah 26: 31 (30-31)" mark="b" type="A" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/col/3/13b"&gt;forgiving&lt;/a&gt; one another, if any man have a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; ye. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="col/3/14" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   14  And above all these things &lt;i&gt;put on&lt;/i&gt; &lt;sup&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="TG Charity." mark="a" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/col/3/14a"&gt;charity&lt;/a&gt;, which is the bond of perfectness. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name="15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="col/3/15" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   15  And let the &lt;sup&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="TG Peace of God." mark="a" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/col/3/15a"&gt;peace&lt;/a&gt; of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye &lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="TG Thanksgiving." mark="b" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/col/3/15b"&gt;thankful&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I figured out what I needed to do personally, and once the decision was made and prayed over, I woke up to a much happier and peaceful countenance on Monday (still bruised, still wishing and longing for more, but MUCH happier). I had a great week, which included&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*being flashed by a patient,&lt;br /&gt;*rescuing a lost 2 year old,&lt;br /&gt;*treating two patients at work who have requested me specifically and that the front desk describes as my "boyfriends",&lt;br /&gt;*learning about the mafia,&lt;br /&gt;*teaching a patient to say "homomenous hemianopsia"&lt;br /&gt;*putting a 60 year old woman on the skateboard and seeing her face light up and become as giddy as a teenage girl,&lt;br /&gt;*dinner with Flor and laughing our heads off&lt;br /&gt;*touring the new beautiful building my work is moving to and being so excited for it!&lt;br /&gt;*receiving a kind letter in the mail&lt;br /&gt;*celebrating a friend's upcoming wedding with a classy Bridal Shower&lt;br /&gt;*apartment hunting with my mom&lt;br /&gt;*being completely exhausted everyday after being in the pool with a bizzilion patients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the enjoyment from this might have been missed had I not decided to focus on charity and kindness, and allowing "the peace of God rule in [my] heart". I put into action the knowledge I gained from Colossians this weekend I am so glad that I did.&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/2776753127931202697-5519248691802666672?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5519248691802666672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5519248691802666672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5519248691802666672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5519248691802666672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-peace-of-god-rule-in-your-hearts.html' title='Let the peace of God rule in your hearts...'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5908892318148614963</id><published>2010-11-06T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T18:51:17.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXdYSsYtbI/AAAAAAAABHk/i1yK0OD1Z1k/s1600/DSCN7923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXdYSsYtbI/AAAAAAAABHk/i1yK0OD1Z1k/s400/DSCN7923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536574726326498738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I suffered what I'll call a bump in the road that has left my heart bruised and has led to more more tears then I want falling from these eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Personally I think that is a bit dramatic, but then again, sometimes so am I. I'm definitely not dead, but right now I do NOT feel stronger. It's probably one of those things that down the road I'll see the purpose and be grateful for this growing pain. I'm not looking for compliments or sympathy. I'm trying to find some of that purpose sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you "survive" when you are handed a big dose of disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) You  pound the conga's with your dad before heading to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXchjQrANI/AAAAAAAABHM/RHgFpZPmX10/s1600/DSCN7922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXchjQrANI/AAAAAAAABHM/RHgFpZPmX10/s400/DSCN7922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536573785880854738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.) You go to that "dumb dance where they are encouraging dates" with a date, you dress up, you dance like crazy, and you have a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXcg_2McoI/AAAAAAAABG8/U59XNSMTo3g/s1600/DSCN7928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXcg_2McoI/AAAAAAAABG8/U59XNSMTo3g/s400/DSCN7928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536573776374559362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) You teach Sunday School with your glasses on even when you've been crying all morning long and can't wear your contacts because your eyes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)  You graciously accept flowers from your best girl friends who know the condition of your heart, and you laugh when the vase says "Prescription- Get Well Soon" and all your co-workers wonder what in the world happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXchTzx3iI/AAAAAAAABHE/XQGyfF9_hbI/s1600/DSCN7925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXchTzx3iI/AAAAAAAABHE/XQGyfF9_hbI/s400/DSCN7925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536573781733137954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) You tell angry thoughts towards the one who squished your heart they are not invited and give no room for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) You go kick a soccer ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) You become the crying shoulder for a patient who is having a hard day, because you understand how good a crying shoulder feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) You try to enjoy the bizarre dreams your subconscious throws at you instead of being shaken by them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) You go eat at Pappasito's just for that delicious ice cream dessert with a friend visiting from out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) You find ways to serve, and serve, and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) You watch several conference talks and remember what the real purpose of life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) You go to a few Les Mills classes at the gym, "Because we need more hard core!" You can't feel sad when your shoulders are burning after the Body Pump shoulder track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) You  learn to ignore all the voices of the world and try to figure out how to keep on loving that person because that's the only way to heal-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;!  You remember that you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; a friend and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) You go apartment hunting and make grand plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) You remember that even though it might not feel that way, you KNOW that life is ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT and you have to keep moving forward, relying upon they One who will heal this disappointment. You keep hope alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXchgXgD5I/AAAAAAAABHU/JxAunQEju_U/s1600/DSCN7909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXchgXgD5I/AAAAAAAABHU/JxAunQEju_U/s400/DSCN7909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536573785104191378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXch1HrBpI/AAAAAAAABHc/e3gv-GOHyNY/s1600/DSCN7908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXch1HrBpI/AAAAAAAABHc/e3gv-GOHyNY/s400/DSCN7908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536573790674945682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-5908892318148614963?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5908892318148614963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5908892318148614963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5908892318148614963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5908892318148614963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/11/surviving-disappointment.html' title='Surviving Disappointment'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TNXdYSsYtbI/AAAAAAAABHk/i1yK0OD1Z1k/s72-c/DSCN7923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-7742016957389968170</id><published>2010-10-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:06:12.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TPTA Student Physical Therapist Assistant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZR5jy51vI/AAAAAAAABG0/6ksIY4L_fOE/s1600/DSCN7921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZR5jy51vI/AAAAAAAABG0/6ksIY4L_fOE/s400/DSCN7921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532199241574373106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have to toot our own horn, and a blog is great way to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I   won the Student Physical Therapist Assistant Award from the TPTA-  Texas  Physical Therapy Association. My friend who accompanined me to  the  awards reception dinner in Arlington, Texas Saturday said, "you're   kinda hot stuff". So yes, I, Miss Hot Stuff, was proud to accept the award  for  the Student PTA in the whole state of Texas. I also got to share the  evening with the instructors who nominated me, and other great   PTA's/future PTA's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZQ5JItanI/AAAAAAAABF8/FzflSHqxo4A/s1600/DSCN7916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZQ5JItanI/AAAAAAAABF8/FzflSHqxo4A/s400/DSCN7916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198134906448498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my way to the stage...even though they said my name wrong. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZRfFFRqzI/AAAAAAAABGs/3ISHhv3or4s/s1600/PTA+award+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZRfFFRqzI/AAAAAAAABGs/3ISHhv3or4s/s400/PTA+award+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198786653334322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ACC's Finest! I am holding my award, can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZRexzgLLI/AAAAAAAABGk/2JV9pL6LZjs/s1600/PTA+award+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZRexzgLLI/AAAAAAAABGk/2JV9pL6LZjs/s400/PTA+award+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198781478513842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two ACC grads and a second year student represented the profession proudly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZQ5gJi0hI/AAAAAAAABGM/jvi9rkE28Q0/s1600/DSCN7918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZQ5gJi0hI/AAAAAAAABGM/jvi9rkE28Q0/s400/DSCN7918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198141083963922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Hot Stuff herself! I mean check that award out, kind cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZQ53NNpYI/AAAAAAAABGU/umNjo6O4pWA/s1600/DSCN7919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZQ53NNpYI/AAAAAAAABGU/umNjo6O4pWA/s400/DSCN7919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198147273368962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love those women! Thank you Jana and Karen, I suspect the kind words from some of nominators where your very own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZQ5Qtmi9I/AAAAAAAABGE/bL9w-avBJYU/s1600/DSCN7917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZQ5Qtmi9I/AAAAAAAABGE/bL9w-avBJYU/s400/DSCN7917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198136940235730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other winners of other awards, don't know which ones. Again, can you see my award? I am holding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-7742016957389968170?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/7742016957389968170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=7742016957389968170' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7742016957389968170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7742016957389968170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/10/tpta-student-physical-therapist.html' title='TPTA Student Physical Therapist Assistant'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZR5jy51vI/AAAAAAAABG0/6ksIY4L_fOE/s72-c/DSCN7921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-5623190738285839721</id><published>2010-10-25T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:44:33.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symbols</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZKLMYTUGI/AAAAAAAABF0/j8cIXDQjJBw/s1600/DSCN7920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZKLMYTUGI/AAAAAAAABF0/j8cIXDQjJBw/s400/DSCN7920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532190748433404002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Maori Carving called "Hei Matau", a Fish Hook. It represents Determination, Strength, Abundance, Prosperity and Peace, and Good luck. That's all well and good. I think it looks cool. But for me, it symbolizes a friendship. It symbolizes someone who remembered a request I made after 5 months...remembered me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I had a little bump in the road. No, nothing with an actual bump or a vehicle or the road. The kind where something just didn't go as hoped for. I don't need a necklace to be determined, strong, prosper, have peace, or be lucky...but it sure was a nice reminder when I looked at it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my testimony of God and my relationship with Him and Jesus Christ that I strive to have, I am strong, I am determined, I am living an abundant and prosperous life, and had peace today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-5623190738285839721?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/5623190738285839721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=5623190738285839721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5623190738285839721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/5623190738285839721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/10/symbols.html' title='Symbols'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TMZKLMYTUGI/AAAAAAAABF0/j8cIXDQjJBw/s72-c/DSCN7920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-8893840028339387386</id><published>2010-10-17T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:48:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plethora of Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLsoZltjzqI/AAAAAAAABFg/wVjbkQ02dnw/s1600/DSCN7903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLsoZltjzqI/AAAAAAAABFg/wVjbkQ02dnw/s400/DSCN7903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529057387612458658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Be ye therefore perfect" (Matthew 5:48)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I claimed to be perfect, I would be sinfully prideful and I would be lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is one thing I do perfectly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLsoZ3VfKBI/AAAAAAAABFo/yV-Ao0NRtJA/s1600/DSCN7906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLsoZ3VfKBI/AAAAAAAABFo/yV-Ao0NRtJA/s400/DSCN7906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529057392343328786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't those just beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-8893840028339387386?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/8893840028339387386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=8893840028339387386' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8893840028339387386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/8893840028339387386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/10/plethora-of-perfect-chocolate-chip.html' title='Plethora of Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookies'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLsoZltjzqI/AAAAAAAABFg/wVjbkQ02dnw/s72-c/DSCN7903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-2826122413834696976</id><published>2010-10-11T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:17:46.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Items, at 10:10, on 10/10/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFqCYGd_I/AAAAAAAABFY/2jyNl1pJMgo/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFqCYGd_I/AAAAAAAABFY/2jyNl1pJMgo/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;I love being a Kelm. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFqCYGd_I/AAAAAAAABFY/2jyNl1pJMgo/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;This is how we celebrated... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFqCYGd_I/AAAAAAAABFY/2jyNl1pJMgo/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;the 10 event of the century&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFphqeAUI/AAAAAAAABFI/APgAa1ZuI6A/s1600/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFphqeAUI/AAAAAAAABFI/APgAa1ZuI6A/s400/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526837747427180866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFqCYGd_I/AAAAAAAABFY/2jyNl1pJMgo/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 10  Items... brownie, bananas, strawberries, caramel sauce, chocolate  sauce, whip cream, mint chocolate pieces, sprinkles, and crushed  peanuts, accompanied with a chilled glass of almond milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFqCYGd_I/AAAAAAAABFY/2jyNl1pJMgo/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFhEqwtEI/AAAAAAAABFA/kQU05KZd9J0/s1600/-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFhEqwtEI/AAAAAAAABFA/kQU05KZd9J0/s400/-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526837602204824642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFgvNFPMI/AAAAAAAABE4/tKkoA16Q7qI/s1600/-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFgvNFPMI/AAAAAAAABE4/tKkoA16Q7qI/s400/-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526837596443196610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFgf3rwoI/AAAAAAAABEw/rh4Msfgqv3c/s1600/-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFgf3rwoI/AAAAAAAABEw/rh4Msfgqv3c/s400/-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526837592326914690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFWowUaoI/AAAAAAAABEo/O64TgFkHdh8/s1600/-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFWowUaoI/AAAAAAAABEo/O64TgFkHdh8/s400/-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526837422913251970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFqCYGd_I/AAAAAAAABFY/2jyNl1pJMgo/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eaten at 10:10, on 10/10/10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFV-pB5YI/AAAAAAAABEg/7KbuvDRkpbc/s1600/-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFV-pB5YI/AAAAAAAABEg/7KbuvDRkpbc/s400/-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526837411608388994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFVA8LEAI/AAAAAAAABEY/nLVEhw_EbBY/s1600/-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFVA8LEAI/AAAAAAAABEY/nLVEhw_EbBY/s400/-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526837395045683202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFUuLav-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/J-Z7bvvuIpA/s1600/-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFUuLav-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/J-Z7bvvuIpA/s400/-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526837390009352162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finished by 10:15. Too bad we didn't take 10 minutes to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-2826122413834696976?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/2826122413834696976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=2826122413834696976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2826122413834696976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2826122413834696976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-items-at-1010-on-101010.html' title='10 Items, at 10:10, on 10/10/10'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TLNFphqeAUI/AAAAAAAABFI/APgAa1ZuI6A/s72-c/-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-6643734557344264811</id><published>2010-10-04T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:11:34.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Fabulous Month of my Life!</title><content type='html'>The beginning of September I obtained this....  a temporary license to be able to practice as a PTA until I took my exam and got my permanent license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqOUP3FrXI/AAAAAAAABEA/MP5EL8hVkwU/s1600/DSCN7898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqOUP3FrXI/AAAAAAAABEA/MP5EL8hVkwU/s400/DSCN7898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524384371429453170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reavis&lt;/span&gt; Rehab. On September 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, the day after my 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday, I took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;licensure&lt;/span&gt; exam. After a minor freak out in the morning and needing a last minute hug from a great friend, I arrived at 7:30am at the testing center. It took me 3 hours, 3 snack breaks, metal detector scans every time I stepped in and out of the room, and 48 hours of waiting...but I learned on Sunday the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; that I passed. Less than a week later...this arrived in the mail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqOT4FIf4I/AAAAAAAABD4/dya2CcuNbQc/s1600/DSCN7896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqOT4FIf4I/AAAAAAAABD4/dya2CcuNbQc/s400/DSCN7896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524384365045907330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(just a copy, the actual one is not bent up, but framed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prominently&lt;/span&gt; at my work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday I was told my business cards arrived. A business card? Really? Cool! I didn't know I'd have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqRWiNNCgI/AAAAAAAABEI/ezBYWX1JRjM/s1600/DSCN7902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqRWiNNCgI/AAAAAAAABEI/ezBYWX1JRjM/s400/DSCN7902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524387709248670210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there's more! Saturday I received a letter in the mail from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TPTA&lt;/span&gt;- Texas Physical Therapy Association. "It is our honor to inform you that you have been selected as a 2010 recipient of the PTA Student Award"...the award will be given at the Annual Conference/Student Conclave on October 23rd. The award "was established to recognize an outstanding physical therapist assistant student in Texas who has demonstrated personal and professional growth through service to patients, classmates, school, and profession".  I was shocked and thrilled, and so happy. What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 30 was a piece of cake! I was surrounded by a ton of friends. Here are a few pics from the fabulous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; party I had. Not the most flattering pictures, but hey, we were dancing away for an hour with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ena&lt;/span&gt;! We earned our chips and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;queso&lt;/span&gt;, and delightful cake cups made by the wonderful Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;runneth&lt;/span&gt; over! My life is extremely blessed! I am overjoyed with the hope in my heart right now. Life is not perfect, but right now, it's close. Saying I am grateful just doesn't seem like it scratches the surface. But I'll say it, I am so grateful. So grateful... now how to give back more...now that I don't spend my evenings studying. Yep, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqNP41xKSI/AAAAAAAABDo/cGLVIZ25IY0/s1600/DSCN8030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqNP41xKSI/AAAAAAAABDo/cGLVIZ25IY0/s400/DSCN8030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524383197018794274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqNPqdLIrI/AAAAAAAABDg/lTYaiNRJUuU/s1600/DSCN8028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqNPqdLIrI/AAAAAAAABDg/lTYaiNRJUuU/s400/DSCN8028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524383193157542578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqNPTiXoEI/AAAAAAAABDY/T3CHSjhCNhQ/s1600/DSCN8027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqNPTiXoEI/AAAAAAAABDY/T3CHSjhCNhQ/s400/DSCN8027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524383187005317186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqNOwRe27I/AAAAAAAABDQ/EZEhyD5ZO5Y/s1600/DSCN8024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqNOwRe27I/AAAAAAAABDQ/EZEhyD5ZO5Y/s400/DSCN8024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524383177539247026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-6643734557344264811?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/6643734557344264811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=6643734557344264811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6643734557344264811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/6643734557344264811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/10/past-fabulous-month-of-my-life.html' title='The Past Fabulous Month of my Life!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TKqOUP3FrXI/AAAAAAAABEA/MP5EL8hVkwU/s72-c/DSCN7898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-3764926758708121067</id><published>2010-09-23T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T11:15:28.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 and Flirty and Thriving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;30 Reasons to be Happy today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Treated myself to Pok-e-Joe's and learned they have wireless! Wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Got up and ran 3 miles before work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I have a great job, I help people feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Spanish-Speaking patient from Guatemala today. That was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Facebook makes me feel so popular! Love all the birthday wishes on my wall. I feel famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Anticipating the pile of presents at home, mom went crazy and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) I'm in the best shape of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I have a cool green bruise from playing soccer last weekend. Battle wounds rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Tonia and Orland are my parents, Jack and Vera &amp;amp; Aline and Wolf are my grandparents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Tomorrow I'll prove to the Federation that I deserve more than a temporary license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Handsome man calls me beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) I'm the proud Khala of Raza and Sofia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) My body reminded me of my youth with a big fat zit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) I get to Zumba with Ena and my friends tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Colbie Caillat playing over and over again in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Chuy's creamy jalapeno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Get to ride in a car on Saturday for 2 hours with my dear sister so we can go see our other sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) Cheesecake and flowers delivered to the office from Nadia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Still got my dad wrapped around my finger. "Pai, te amo", she yells from her bedroom...and dad comes running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Surviving 5 hours in the pool yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) The sun decided to come out a little today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) I confess...new Vampire Diaries tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) shoes with good pronation support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Co-workers thinking of me when they want to set someone up with a doctor friend in Marble Falls. Not interested, but happy I was thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) Letter from my younger self. She was actually pretty wise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) Voicemail messages of friends singing "Happy Birthday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) My survival kit from Shaleen-suckers, kleenex, and a massage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.) Today is Happy Tamara Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-3764926758708121067?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/3764926758708121067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=3764926758708121067' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/3764926758708121067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/3764926758708121067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-and-flirty-and-thriving.html' title='30 and Flirty and Thriving!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-7895659545519870214</id><published>2010-09-21T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:42:35.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effortless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You left a mark,&lt;br /&gt;I wear it proudly on my chest,&lt;br /&gt;Above my heart,&lt;br /&gt;To remind me that I'm my best when I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;And everything is effortless..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-7895659545519870214?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/7895659545519870214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=7895659545519870214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7895659545519870214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7895659545519870214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/09/effortless.html' title='Effortless'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-9037656375190516025</id><published>2010-09-08T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:35:14.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTAH!</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting the airport in Salt Lake City (love airports with free  Wi-Fi). I took a break from studying for my licensure exam and decided  to go visit a bunch of relatives in Utah. Life was getting a bit  overwhelming and I needed a break before starting work on the 13th.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNTOyMaDI/AAAAAAAABBw/KUqDPebkJaU/s1600/DSCN7883.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw lots of babies...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNTOyMaDI/AAAAAAAABBw/KUqDPebkJaU/s1600/DSCN7883.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeON6Z0VTI/AAAAAAAABCw/KXc196Nf1kA/s1600/DSCN7849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeON6Z0VTI/AAAAAAAABCw/KXc196Nf1kA/s400/DSCN7849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514532638405449010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Jack Boyd- named after his great-grandpa and grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNTOyMaDI/AAAAAAAABBw/KUqDPebkJaU/s1600/DSCN7883.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNTOyMaDI/AAAAAAAABBw/KUqDPebkJaU/s1600/DSCN7883.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNk9VhKHI/AAAAAAAABCg/K4PWGpsxiuk/s1600/DSCN7851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNk9VhKHI/AAAAAAAABCg/K4PWGpsxiuk/s400/DSCN7851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514531934818084978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ellie- sound asleep, it was hard work playing and eating!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNkcqudVI/AAAAAAAABCY/X9kKtq7c8tA/s1600/DSCN7854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNkcqudVI/AAAAAAAABCY/X9kKtq7c8tA/s400/DSCN7854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514531926048666962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Maddie- also asleep after her grandma calmed her down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNj31lOHI/AAAAAAAABCQ/snPOPPk7hVk/s1600/DSCN7855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNj31lOHI/AAAAAAAABCQ/snPOPPk7hVk/s400/DSCN7855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514531916162087026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Anna- another precious sleeper, soothes the soul to hold a sleeping baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played in the mountains, even hiked up to Bridal Veil Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeONZeqzTI/AAAAAAAABCo/FsrB-M5dZ4I/s1600/Bridal+Veil+falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeONZeqzTI/AAAAAAAABCo/FsrB-M5dZ4I/s400/Bridal+Veil+falls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514532629567425842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a talent show with St. George's finest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNjJA-ldI/AAAAAAAABCI/Yl9ik0vfUO4/s1600/DSCN7864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNjJA-ldI/AAAAAAAABCI/Yl9ik0vfUO4/s400/DSCN7864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514531903593420242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw grandparents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNUKZTxxI/AAAAAAAABCA/rwgcl55iNHE/s1600/DSCN7866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNUKZTxxI/AAAAAAAABCA/rwgcl55iNHE/s400/DSCN7866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514531646265870098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNTlzGk4I/AAAAAAAABB4/YAmoL2mcKOw/s1600/DSCN7867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNTlzGk4I/AAAAAAAABB4/YAmoL2mcKOw/s400/DSCN7867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514531636441944962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a BYU football game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNSszHGmI/AAAAAAAABBo/7tIobfuAMXA/s1600/DSCN7887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNSszHGmI/AAAAAAAABBo/7tIobfuAMXA/s400/DSCN7887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514531621141158498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(45 yard line, 8 rows up...Cassi and I had sweet tickets!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNTOyMaDI/AAAAAAAABBw/KUqDPebkJaU/s1600/DSCN7883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeNTOyMaDI/AAAAAAAABBw/KUqDPebkJaU/s400/DSCN7883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514531630264117298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Half-time show featured Lavell Edwards and his all-start QBs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeOfY7g2_I/AAAAAAAABC4/BQlz8A5vCxA/s1600/DSCN7506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeOfY7g2_I/AAAAAAAABC4/BQlz8A5vCxA/s400/DSCN7506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514532938657618930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my last day I went to the Draper Temple. I went back in January and fell in love with it. I had a great experience. I have been studying a talk by Elder Jeffery R. Holland, "Cast Not Away Therefore Your Confidence". He uses Hebrews 10:35-39 to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;35  Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompence of reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="36"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="heb/10/36" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 36  For ye have need of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" title="TG Patience." mark="a" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/heb/10/36a"&gt;patience&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, that, after ye have done the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" title="TG God, Will of." mark="b" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/heb/10/36b"&gt;will&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of God, ye might receive the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" title="Heb. 9: 15; 1 Pet. 1: 9 (1-16)" mark="c" type="A" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/heb/10/36c"&gt;promise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="37"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="heb/10/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   37  For yet a little while, and he that shall come will come, and will not tarry. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="heb/10/38" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   38  Now the just shall live by faith: but if any man &lt;sup&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="TG Apostasy of Individuals." mark="a" type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/heb/10/38a"&gt;draw&lt;/a&gt; back, my soul shall have no pleasure in him. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="verse"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name="39"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="heb/10/39" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   39  But we are not of them who &lt;sup&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="2 Pet. 2: 21 (20-21)" mark="a" type="A" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/heb/10/39a"&gt;draw&lt;/a&gt; back unto &lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="GR ruin, destruction; TG Death, Spiritual, Second; TG Sons of Perdition." mark="b" type="R" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/heb/10/39b"&gt;perdition&lt;/a&gt;; but of them that believe to the saving of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think it is just beautiful. Anybody seen the movie 13 Going on 30? At the end teenage Jenna takes Matty's hand and goes running up the stairs ready to take on the future. That's how I felt when I left the temple. I wanted to run out the doors ready to take on all that awaits me in Austin. I was just filled with excitement, confidence, and love. Thanks for the good time Utah. Here I come Austin...&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/2776753127931202697-9037656375190516025?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/9037656375190516025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=9037656375190516025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/9037656375190516025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/9037656375190516025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-sitting-airport-in-salt-lake-city.html' title='UTAH!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TIeON6Z0VTI/AAAAAAAABCw/KXc196Nf1kA/s72-c/DSCN7849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-131251458304781841</id><published>2010-09-03T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:08:44.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>I've noticed the past few days that as I have glanced in a mirror, I see a slight change in my reflection. The woman in the reflection seems more confident, more comfortable in her own skin, and beautiful. I give the credit to a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I am just happy right now. I am abundantly blessed, so abundantly so that my cup runneth over.  The changes coming are not going to be easy- I've got a scary examination ahead of me, I have a huge learning curve zooming towards me at full speed with a new career, and I'll soon move into my own place....however I can see the hand of God in it all and can't wait to get started! All this gives me confidence that I see in my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I had a great weekend last week. Sorry I am going to be vague. It involved a friend, who is a boy..I mean a man!...who I got to spend a lot of time with. I got to experience being totally myself around a guy. Just a few subtle compliments is all it took for me to not only feel beautiful, but to believe it! Several days later, I still see it in my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the girl I see looking back at me. I hope she sticks around....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-131251458304781841?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/131251458304781841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=131251458304781841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/131251458304781841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/131251458304781841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/09/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-1940643466449089796</id><published>2010-08-30T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:10:40.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Lyric Wisdom</title><content type='html'>   &lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you would only listen, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You might&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;just realize what you’re missing, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re missing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You left a mark&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wear it proudly on my chest&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Above my heart, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To remind me that I’m my best &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I’m with you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything seems effortless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re making me weak with the way you look through those eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back up, back up, take another chance&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t you mess up, mess up&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to lose you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wake up, wake up,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This ain’t a thing that you give up, give up&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t’ just leave me hanging on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found a boy who had a dream, making everyone smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was sunshine, I fell over, my feet like bricks, under water&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And how am I suppose to tell you how I feel? I need oxygen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh I just can’t get enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How much do I need to fill me up? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It feels so good it must be love! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…My heart is filled with you! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-1940643466449089796?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/1940643466449089796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=1940643466449089796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/1940643466449089796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/1940643466449089796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/08/song-lyric-wisdom.html' title='Song Lyric Wisdom'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-2613227449860923261</id><published>2010-08-20T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:50:26.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to Fly!</title><content type='html'>Thursday...job interview&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...graduate!&lt;br /&gt;Monday...job offer&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...accept job offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abundantly blessed! I am so excited. This summer has had one event after another fall into place.  Here is one of my favorite songs again... it about sums it up!  I'll start work mid-September, and then in a few months possible get an apartment. Add in a brown-eyed boy in my future and I'll be ready to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Born to Fly- Sara Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tellin' my dreams to the scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;'Bout the places that I'd like to see&lt;br /&gt;I said, friend do you think I'll ever get there&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but he just stands there smilin' back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I confessed my sins to the preacher&lt;br /&gt;About the love I've been prayin' to find&lt;br /&gt;Is there a brown eyed boy in my future, yeah&lt;br /&gt;He says. girl you've got nothin' but time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you wait for heaven&lt;br /&gt;And who has that much time&lt;br /&gt;And how do you keep your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;When you know, that you were born, you were born to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy, he's grounded like the oak tree&lt;br /&gt;My momma, she is steady as the sun&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know I love my folks&lt;br /&gt;But I keep starin' down the road&lt;br /&gt;Just lookin' for my one chance to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 'cause I will soar away like the blackbird&lt;br /&gt;I will blow in the wind like a seed&lt;br /&gt;I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I will grow up where I'll wander wild and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how do you wait for heaven&lt;br /&gt;And who has that much time&lt;br /&gt;And how do you keep your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;When you know, that you were born&lt;br /&gt;You were born yeah&lt;br /&gt;You were born to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-2613227449860923261?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/2613227449860923261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=2613227449860923261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2613227449860923261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2613227449860923261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/08/born-to-fly.html' title='Born to Fly!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-2706705237975982677</id><published>2010-08-14T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T18:44:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Class of 2010, 18 of the newest Physical Therapist Assistant Graduates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdF7f8qVrI/AAAAAAAABBU/qukpMlsx_Dw/s1600/27758_1428464841559_1530960071_31094774_1719731_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdF7f8qVrI/AAAAAAAABBU/qukpMlsx_Dw/s400/27758_1428464841559_1530960071_31094774_1719731_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505445957974251186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I graduated today. Wahoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdF0LbZGwI/AAAAAAAABBM/NDfeLzYrP1Q/s1600/DSCN7893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdF0LbZGwI/AAAAAAAABBM/NDfeLzYrP1Q/s400/DSCN7893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505445832206916354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a party with friends. Pizza and volleyball! Good times!&lt;br /&gt;(Nadia and Crissy, friends from middle school)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdD49pBXsI/AAAAAAAABA0/ZPFaDwa3l6c/s1600/DSCN7816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdD49pBXsI/AAAAAAAABA0/ZPFaDwa3l6c/s400/DSCN7816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505443715382075074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I looked at my countdown on my laptop. Notice the number of days remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdD5AaqI_I/AAAAAAAABA8/z_YRZVXCs-4/s1600/DSCN7817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdD5AaqI_I/AAAAAAAABA8/z_YRZVXCs-4/s400/DSCN7817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505443716127138802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents gave me a fabulously clever graduation present. Can you tell what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdD5tbxtHI/AAAAAAAABBE/67N8rvG16dM/s1600/DSCN7820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdD5tbxtHI/AAAAAAAABBE/67N8rvG16dM/s400/DSCN7820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505443728211424370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel on top of the world. Job opportunities around the corner, the  future is BRIGHT, and I can't wait to be part of it. Bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdD4TBsb_I/AAAAAAAABAs/uomSR-1wJKs/s1600/DSCN7810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdD4TBsb_I/AAAAAAAABAs/uomSR-1wJKs/s400/DSCN7810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505443703942836210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-2706705237975982677?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/2706705237975982677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=2706705237975982677' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2706705237975982677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2706705237975982677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/08/graduatation.html' title='Graduation!!!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGdF7f8qVrI/AAAAAAAABBU/qukpMlsx_Dw/s72-c/27758_1428464841559_1530960071_31094774_1719731_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-7839008227101742967</id><published>2010-08-09T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:51:42.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Weddings in One Month</title><content type='html'>July 1-August 1 was filled with weddings, receptions, bridal  showers, and going away parties. Here is the variety of looks of the  four different brides. All were beautiful and very happy. I was happy to  be part of all of these celebrations of love, commitment, and  covenants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGBNpJUG7xI/AAAAAAAABAk/16hAXq3mPDE/s1600/P1020731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGBNpJUG7xI/AAAAAAAABAk/16hAXq3mPDE/s400/P1020731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503484113916981010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGBNo5EFw0I/AAAAAAAABAc/noi3ospYsJE/s1600/DSCN7730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGBNo5EFw0I/AAAAAAAABAc/noi3ospYsJE/s400/DSCN7730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503484109554828098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGBNoNPuekI/AAAAAAAABAU/3hQq1dWT6mo/s1600/RSCN7793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGBNoNPuekI/AAAAAAAABAU/3hQq1dWT6mo/s400/RSCN7793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503484097792473666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGBNn-kya4I/AAAAAAAABAM/nGVXHqbCH9U/s1600/DSCN7790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGBNn-kya4I/AAAAAAAABAM/nGVXHqbCH9U/s400/DSCN7790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503484093854280578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-7839008227101742967?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/7839008227101742967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=7839008227101742967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7839008227101742967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7839008227101742967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/08/four-weddings-in-one-month.html' title='Four Weddings in One Month'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TGBNpJUG7xI/AAAAAAAABAk/16hAXq3mPDE/s72-c/P1020731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-2904419491584980893</id><published>2010-08-02T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:16:56.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Save The World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TFd72yVjQAI/AAAAAAAABAE/o-bi_wIQ-rk/s1600/DSCN7796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TFd72yVjQAI/AAAAAAAABAE/o-bi_wIQ-rk/s400/DSCN7796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501001651011665922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorry, but my cape is at the dry cleaners and my tiara is being polished, so I am unavailable to save the world at this time. Check back with me after I recover from my long month of July and my soon to be career-prep busy August is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-2904419491584980893?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/2904419491584980893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=2904419491584980893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2904419491584980893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2904419491584980893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/08/cant-save-world.html' title='Can&apos;t Save The World!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/TFd72yVjQAI/AAAAAAAABAE/o-bi_wIQ-rk/s72-c/DSCN7796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-1763039119941400033</id><published>2010-07-24T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:08:56.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEARLESS, You'd better Believe I'm FEARLESS!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about FEAR lately. I am sure I have blogged about this before. FEAR is the opposite of FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my dad today that I am very happy right now, and just waiting to see when it will end. What? Waiting to see when it ends? That is ridiculous. We were outside, he was weeding. He said," you know, Adam and Eve were commanded to till the earth, and they were also commanded to be happy."  "Adam fell that men might be, and men are that they might have joy" (2 Nephi 2:25). Being happy can be a consequence, but it is also a choice. I choose to be happy. Anticipating not being happy is giving FEAR too much power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I read an article by President James E. Faust called "Be Not Afraid". I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let us not take counsel from our fears. May we remember always to be of  good cheer, put our faith in God, and live worthy for Him to direct us.  We are each entitled to receive personal inspiration to guide us through  our mortal probation. May we so live that our hearts are open at all  times to the whisperings and comfort of the Spirit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I  also downloaded Colbie Caillat's most recent album this week. Her song&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMsKvvAzaMU"&gt;  "Fearless"&lt;/a&gt; has been rolling through my head  ever since. Now, I am not  experiencing a heartbreak right now, so don't  be confused. However I  still love this song-" there's nothing you can  do to me that's ever  going to bury me, I'm fearless, you better believe  I'm fearless!" Linking it back to more spiritual  matters, putting  faith in God and not taking counsel from fears is what  will keep us  from going under!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEARLESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/iMsKvvAzaMU/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMsKvvAzaMU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMsKvvAzaMU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&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/2776753127931202697-1763039119941400033?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/1763039119941400033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=1763039119941400033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/1763039119941400033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/1763039119941400033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/07/fearless-youd-better-believe-im.html' title='FEARLESS, You&apos;d better Believe I&apos;m FEARLESS!'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-338330946616996554</id><published>2010-07-18T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:05:11.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Revelation</title><content type='html'>Julie B. Beck, General President of the Relief Society of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints s&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=869dde009da38210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;aid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=869dde009da38210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;"The ability to qualify for, receive, and act on personal revelation is the single most important skill that can be acquired in this life&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now learned a great lesson in personal revelation, two weeks in a row. Last week I was struggling with a decision I had made. I made  my mind up that I would not do something. I was sticking to my guns and trying to blaze ahead. However all that day I was miserable. I finally had a conversation with my wonderful father who helped me see that my choice was perhaps not really the best one. I had been listening to too many opinions on the matter, and I had lost sight of listening to just one voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Beck also said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=869dde009da38210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It requires a conscious effort to diminish distractions, but having the Spirit of revelation makes it possible to prevail over opposition and persist in faith through difficult days...We are also told that this Spirit will enlighten our minds, fill our souls with joy, and help us to know all things we should do." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to sort through all the chatter and decided that I needed to change my decision. Once I did that, the frustration and anxiety I had been feeling went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had the same lesson again. I guess I hadn't learned it well enough last week. I woke up feeling like I needed to do something I did not want to do. I tried filling my time with others things, it is Sunday for goodness sake, plenty of time to do good. I couldn't shake it. I finally humbled myself and said, ok, I'll do it. I needed to trust I'd know how to go about what I needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=869dde009da38210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;Promised personal revelation comes when we ask for it, prepare for it, and go forward in faith, trusting that it will be poured out upon us." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did what I needed to do and again, I felt great peace from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the gift of the Holy Ghost. I have no doubt that I am blessed when I seek to do what God wants me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=869dde009da38210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Revelation can come hour by hour and moment by moment as we do the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=869dde009da38210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*click on any of the quotes for a link to the talk by Sister Beck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-338330946616996554?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/338330946616996554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=338330946616996554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/338330946616996554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/338330946616996554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/07/personal-revelation.html' title='Personal Revelation'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-7638699683560666592</id><published>2010-07-14T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T05:28:31.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, I shouldn't say that to a Mormon</title><content type='html'>In casual conversation with a patient I mentioned that my brother is a missionary in Australia. He has some association with "mormons" in Arizona where he learned to grind his own wheat. He owns a pasta manufacturing company. Anyways...all week he keeps starting to make a comment or tell a story and stops himself saying, "Sorry, I shouldn't say that to a Mormon". Sometimes it is an inappropriate comment, but once it was as simple as not recommending cooking with wine to make the mushrooms taste better. I am actually very pleased at how respectful he is trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another patient I started with my first week tried to swear around me, or would say- " you probably think that I'm a **bleep**. My first response was, "I don't use that kind of language". It took 2 more times till he caught himself and he has not sworn around me since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how little effort it takes sometimes to be an example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-7638699683560666592?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/7638699683560666592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=7638699683560666592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7638699683560666592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/7638699683560666592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorr-i-shouldnt-say-that-to-mormon.html' title='Sorry, I shouldn&apos;t say that to a Mormon'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-2795625250429734976</id><published>2010-07-14T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T04:32:02.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's Amazing" by Jem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it now&lt;br /&gt;You know you who you are&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And your burning and wishin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first wait, won't get it on a plate&lt;br /&gt;Your gonna have to work for it harder and harder&lt;br /&gt;And I know cause I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;Knockin on door the doors with rejection (rejection)&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see cause if it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to deserving your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing, it's amazing all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing, makes my heart sing&lt;br /&gt;Now it's up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience now frustrations in the air&lt;br /&gt;And people who don't care&lt;br /&gt;Well it's gonna get you down&lt;br /&gt;And you'll (you'll) fall (fall)&lt;br /&gt;Yes you will hit a wall&lt;br /&gt;But get back on your feet&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be stronger and smarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know 'cuz I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;Knockin down the doors wont take no for an answer&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see cause if it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to deserving your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing it's amazing all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing it makes my heart sing&lt;br /&gt;Now it's up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776753127931202697-2795625250429734976?l=tck4texas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/feeds/2795625250429734976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776753127931202697&amp;postID=2795625250429734976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2795625250429734976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776753127931202697/posts/default/2795625250429734976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tck4texas.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-amazing.html' title='It&apos;s Amazing'/><author><name>tck4texas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14101184191292131203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9IQhkEXcIMU/SJUolY0ieDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7-LBx_MgloU/S220/DSCN0886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776753127931202697.post-2694651089642211394</id><published>2010-07-10T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:29:58.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;...I've also been thinking about kindness recently. It was perfect, in my institute class this week we were asked the question, What causes people to be kind? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes we are kind because we feel obligated to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes we are kind because our heart cannot help but respond in such a manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More often than not, being kind results in us feeling better. In fact, being kind may be driven by the desire to please people...and that is okay, but not the ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't write it down fast enough, but I believe the quote in class from President George A. Smith said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Our eternal happiness will be in proportion to our devotion to helping others".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had 3 specific opportunities to show kindness recently. At my clinical rotation right now I am working with in-patients at a physical rehabilitation hospital. Many of the patients are elderly, and nearly all of them move at a very slow pace. I saw a few of the therapists roll their eyes and talk to the patients as if they are children. I decided in my first week that I would not get annoyed at the slowness  of the pace and treat them all with the utmost dignity. I try to think of how I would want someone treating my grandparents. It has made all the difference in my attitude and I am enjoying my time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other two experiences involved going out of my way to do kind things for two different friends. There were great benefits in it for me, but the greatest rewards from being kind come when acting purely on the basis that every person I meet is a son or daughter of God and deserves to be treated special. (I am FAR form perfect in the "every person" part, but kindness is a work in progress.) Kindness is expressed in the little things, and I love finding little things to do for people. For example, who knew that high pulp orange juice or unwrapping tacos for a driver could make somebody so happy? Kindness is answering the phone with a smile in your voice when getting woken up at 6:50 am after going to bed at 1:00am.  These experiences with kindness brought me pure joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also received kindness in return. My most treasured t
