<?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-8027222628798248402</id><updated>2011-10-02T12:06:21.763-05:00</updated><category term='tent'/><category term='summer'/><category term='camping'/><title type='text'>expressions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-51928577635878716</id><published>2011-04-07T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T01:09:32.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finnley's Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2USwDd32bOM/TZ1TuRz7IMI/AAAAAAAAD4s/dIUpi1bQu9M/s1600/P1020597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2USwDd32bOM/TZ1TuRz7IMI/AAAAAAAAD4s/dIUpi1bQu9M/s320/P1020597.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet little Finnley and his chubby baby cheeks. This past Sunday, our friends had their son Finnley, dedicated. It was a&amp;nbsp;wonderful milestone in Finn's little life and we were so happy that we could be there to witness it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-51928577635878716?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/51928577635878716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2011/04/finnleys-dedication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/51928577635878716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/51928577635878716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2011/04/finnleys-dedication.html' title='Finnley&apos;s Dedication'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2USwDd32bOM/TZ1TuRz7IMI/AAAAAAAAD4s/dIUpi1bQu9M/s72-c/P1020597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4061598281091163263</id><published>2011-01-04T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:35:38.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: 1-4-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQC_TR4reI/AAAAAAAAD2U/rDnwV_QZ264/s1600/P1020229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQC_TR4reI/AAAAAAAAD2U/rDnwV_QZ264/s320/P1020229.JPG" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Manicure day with Mallory! (Baby Finn tagged along too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4061598281091163263?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4061598281091163263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-4-1-4-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4061598281091163263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4061598281091163263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-4-1-4-11.html' title='Day 4: 1-4-11'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQC_TR4reI/AAAAAAAAD2U/rDnwV_QZ264/s72-c/P1020229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-2185285724195254367</id><published>2011-01-04T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:34:24.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: 1-3-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQCsxs5AbI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/R8nHt8QyM2o/s1600/P1020228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQCsxs5AbI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/R8nHt8QyM2o/s320/P1020228.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Still waiting to celebrate Christmas with family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-2185285724195254367?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/2185285724195254367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3-1-3-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/2185285724195254367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/2185285724195254367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3-1-3-11.html' title='Day 3: 1-3-11'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQCsxs5AbI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/R8nHt8QyM2o/s72-c/P1020228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4625077244526355995</id><published>2011-01-04T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:33:02.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: 1-2-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQB9-0LLWI/AAAAAAAAD2M/FKkZL8-h7UA/s1600/0103110614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQB9-0LLWI/AAAAAAAAD2M/FKkZL8-h7UA/s320/0103110614.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pocket full of essentials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4625077244526355995?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4625077244526355995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-1-2-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4625077244526355995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4625077244526355995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-1-2-11.html' title='Day 2: 1-2-11'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQB9-0LLWI/AAAAAAAAD2M/FKkZL8-h7UA/s72-c/0103110614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-5226147596720581165</id><published>2011-01-04T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:30:04.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: 1-1-11</title><content type='html'>It's that time again! Well, I really fell off the wagon with my photo journal in 2010. Looking back over last year, I really wish that I had stayed committed to a photo a day. My life seems to be flying by faster and faster. This year I am going to try less writing more photographing! Here is to a new year and a fresh start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQBKnAzWiI/AAAAAAAAD2I/MmkSmP04EfU/s1600/0103110613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQBKnAzWiI/AAAAAAAAD2I/MmkSmP04EfU/s320/0103110613.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ringing in the New Year at work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-5226147596720581165?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/5226147596720581165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1-1-1-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5226147596720581165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5226147596720581165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1-1-1-11.html' title='Day 1: 1-1-11'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/TSQBKnAzWiI/AAAAAAAAD2I/MmkSmP04EfU/s72-c/0103110613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-1225856365516592635</id><published>2010-03-21T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:27:56.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6a9SF2dWZI/AAAAAAAADq4/x3DERyZTSrc/s1600-h/P1010659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6a9SF2dWZI/AAAAAAAADq4/x3DERyZTSrc/s320/P1010659.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was a pefect day for warm home made soup! It was cold and still lightly snowing. There won't be many days left for warm soup. Although I would probably still eat it on a hot day just because&amp;nbsp;I like soups so much. It was hard to get a really good picture of the steam. It was moving so fast it looked more like a blur than rising steam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-1225856365516592635?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/1225856365516592635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-seventy-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1225856365516592635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1225856365516592635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-seventy-two.html' title='Day Seventy-Two'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6a9SF2dWZI/AAAAAAAADq4/x3DERyZTSrc/s72-c/P1010659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-7697917027732750069</id><published>2010-03-20T15:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:18:57.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6a9kYupyII/AAAAAAAADrA/FcyDf6rZQXM/s1600-h/P1010657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6a9kYupyII/AAAAAAAADrA/FcyDf6rZQXM/s320/P1010657.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was inside all day at work, but this is what I came home to find. Snow on the first day of spring. I'm hoping there aren't any more freak snow showers. I'd like to turn my flower pot up right and start planting some flowers in there! Arizona game me a good taste of the sun and I'm ready for it to come to Oklahoma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-7697917027732750069?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/7697917027732750069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-seventy-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7697917027732750069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7697917027732750069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-seventy-one.html' title='Day Seventy-One'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6a9kYupyII/AAAAAAAADrA/FcyDf6rZQXM/s72-c/P1010657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-46320179712345168</id><published>2010-03-19T15:37:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:19:41.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6g-gLA7mgI/AAAAAAAADrQ/6P6mKfC_jJM/s1600-h/P1010682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6g-gLA7mgI/AAAAAAAADrQ/6P6mKfC_jJM/s320/P1010682.JPG" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since we were traveling during the time change none of our clocks at home were changed until Friday. It was a little confusing to wake up on Friday morning and not know what the real time was. Thank God my cell phone automatically changes! PS- my duct tape watch finally died a couple weeks ago. This is the replacement. I miss my old one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-46320179712345168?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/46320179712345168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-seventy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/46320179712345168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/46320179712345168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-seventy.html' title='Day Seventy'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6g-gLA7mgI/AAAAAAAADrQ/6P6mKfC_jJM/s72-c/P1010682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-442201150346446527</id><published>2010-03-18T20:56:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:56:38.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6QrXm5hcGI/AAAAAAAADqw/o3K2w6g0yrs/s320/P1010649.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While in New Mexico,&amp;nbsp;Mal and I&amp;nbsp;had the chance to catch up with an old friend, Candace! Candace and I had a random chance meeting on Myspace about 3 months before I left for college. Yes, it does sound crazy. I don't remember who found who or how, but we found out we would be freshman at the same school so we started chatting. When we got to school&amp;nbsp;and met for the first time it was like we had been friends for years, not at all like random strangers on myspace. It was great to have the three of us back together for a little bit. It brought back great memories of late night laughs! I hope that the next visit will not take as long to happen as this one did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-442201150346446527?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/442201150346446527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/442201150346446527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/442201150346446527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-nine.html' title='Day Sixty-Nine'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6QrXm5hcGI/AAAAAAAADqw/o3K2w6g0yrs/s72-c/P1010649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-1166010616972596039</id><published>2010-03-17T20:53:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:28:42.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6Qqvk-xsYI/AAAAAAAADqo/kkzcFVao8u0/s1600-h/P1010633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6Qqvk-xsYI/AAAAAAAADqo/kkzcFVao8u0/s320/P1010633.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meet our trip tour guide Gwyneth. What would we do with out a GPS? Maps are great, but having a gadget that tells you were the gas stations and resturants are&amp;nbsp;is almost priceless when traveling. It was really like traveling with a&amp;nbsp;tour guide through every city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-1166010616972596039?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/1166010616972596039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1166010616972596039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1166010616972596039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-eight.html' title='Day Sixty-Eight'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6Qqvk-xsYI/AAAAAAAADqo/kkzcFVao8u0/s72-c/P1010633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-5175285988607002029</id><published>2010-03-16T20:48:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:23:05.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6Qp95t_egI/AAAAAAAADqg/gNqXtfZnx1s/s1600-h/P1010627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6Qp95t_egI/AAAAAAAADqg/gNqXtfZnx1s/s320/P1010627.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I do not think I have ever been more happier to see the sun rise than I was the morning on the mountain! It was a beautiful sunrise. It had been a crazy night. After the sun went down, the heat went with it. I put on basically all the clothing I had brought up, which wasn't much. We then&amp;nbsp;started a fire for some heat. After that died down, we decided to head to our tents for some sleep. Thats when the wind started. I'm not sure what the wind speeds were, but it was enough to break one of our tents and threatened to break the other one. With one tent broken, we stuffed all five of us into a three person tent. Cold was no longer a problem, but&amp;nbsp;trying to find a comfortable way to lay with five sardines in a can was. Even inside the tent, the wind was blowing dirt and sand in. If my head wasnt covered I was eating dirt. At some point I managaned to cover my head and fall asleep. As soon as it was light out, I was out of the tent. It was proabably the most unfomfortable night I've ever had. We all survived and I think I would do it all over again. Next time, I will be better prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-5175285988607002029?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/5175285988607002029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5175285988607002029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5175285988607002029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-seven.html' title='Day Sixty-Seven'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6Qp95t_egI/AAAAAAAADqg/gNqXtfZnx1s/s72-c/P1010627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-6309345940053339632</id><published>2010-03-15T15:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:54:17.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PbNAvm4RI/AAAAAAAADqY/oVnvTpX7mmo/s1600-h/P1010581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PbNAvm4RI/AAAAAAAADqY/oVnvTpX7mmo/s320/P1010581.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We made it to the top! It was quite a day of hiking. The first part was basically out in the open trekking up a steep hill with the sun blazing on us. I think it took us about 5 hours to climb to the top overall. We took lots of water breaks and time to let our legs rest. Towards the end of the hike it became more like rock climbing. There were parts that seriously seemed vertical. I had no problem going up, but I was more worried about getting back down the steeper parts. The one mistake I made was not buying hiking boots/shoes. I just wore an older pair of running shoes that still had some tread left. Unfortunately that was not enough. I felt every rock and didn’t have much traction. I really enjoyed every part of the hiking trip. Some of it was hard, uncomfortable, and not glamorous, but there is just something about strapping weight to your body and climbing to the top of a mountain. It was very empowering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-6309345940053339632?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/6309345940053339632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6309345940053339632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6309345940053339632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-six.html' title='Day Sixty-Six'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PbNAvm4RI/AAAAAAAADqY/oVnvTpX7mmo/s72-c/P1010581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4882585023519323591</id><published>2010-03-14T15:06:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:36:38.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PZopJqE0I/AAAAAAAADqI/I1dspxyLFm0/s1600-h/P1010508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PZopJqE0I/AAAAAAAADqI/I1dspxyLFm0/s320/P1010508.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Welcome to Arizona! Our first night we stayed at a KOA camp in Apache Junction just out side of Phoenix. After two long days of driving, we settled in for a nice sleep on the ground. Even though I brought a pillow for the car, I wanted to prepare myself for the night on the mountain so I let someone else use it. I got creative and balled up my extra clothes for padding. It wasn't too bad. Having a mummy sleeping bag really helped. The only thing I needed was a hat to cover what wasn't covered by my sleeping bag. I woke up early to the sounds of babies and kids crying. I had serious de ja vue and thought I was back in Africa. I had a night just like it, in a tent, hard lumpy ground, and the sounds of kids surrounding our tent all night long. I slept a little better in the KOA camp than I did in Africa. Both are good memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4882585023519323591?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4882585023519323591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4882585023519323591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4882585023519323591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-four.html' title='Day Sixty-Five'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PZopJqE0I/AAAAAAAADqI/I1dspxyLFm0/s72-c/P1010508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-733112551898910899</id><published>2010-03-13T15:09:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:34:48.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PabSsVSII/AAAAAAAADqQ/GZ0Gdz-Tdlk/s1600-h/P1010483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PabSsVSII/AAAAAAAADqQ/GZ0Gdz-Tdlk/s320/P1010483.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to be honest, I do not know what state this is in. It could be Texas, New Mexico, or Arizona. There wasn't a whole lot to look at during the drive for most of it, but I didn't mind. I've never been past Oklahoma going west so all of it was new to me. I love visiting new places and seeing new landscape. I'd like to vist all 50 states before I die. When I say visit, I mean drive to&amp;nbsp;the state&amp;nbsp;and actually see what is there. Catching a connecting flight there doesnt count for me. If I only counted airports then I would be a little over half finished with my goal. I think I've got about 30 states left on my list! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/8027222628798248402-733112551898910899?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/733112551898910899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-four_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/733112551898910899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/733112551898910899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-four_13.html' title='Day Sixty-Four'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PabSsVSII/AAAAAAAADqQ/GZ0Gdz-Tdlk/s72-c/P1010483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4919007447370478484</id><published>2010-03-12T15:05:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:24:59.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PZK1wqePI/AAAAAAAADqA/MENDEXyoLfA/s1600-h/P1010442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PZK1wqePI/AAAAAAAADqA/MENDEXyoLfA/s320/P1010442.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The car is packed and we are ready to go go go! Five of us are heading to Phoenix Arizona to hike/climb/backpack up Superstition Mountains and camp on Flatiron. It's going to be a long car ride, but well worth it for the adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4919007447370478484?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4919007447370478484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4919007447370478484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4919007447370478484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-three.html' title='Day Sixty-Three'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PZK1wqePI/AAAAAAAADqA/MENDEXyoLfA/s72-c/P1010442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-1088130811486597137</id><published>2010-03-11T11:37:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:21:44.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PXFeNGU7I/AAAAAAAADp4/2oDETi9Wj0s/s1600-h/P1010648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PXFeNGU7I/AAAAAAAADp4/2oDETi9Wj0s/s320/P1010648.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's like micro knitting. I'm amazed at how these tiny stiches are made!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-1088130811486597137?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/1088130811486597137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1088130811486597137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1088130811486597137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-two.html' title='Day Sixty-Two'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6PXFeNGU7I/AAAAAAAADp4/2oDETi9Wj0s/s72-c/P1010648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-7788373857443998741</id><published>2010-03-10T11:34:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:18:08.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6OoBIniELI/AAAAAAAADpw/ejhg7qXfcnM/s1600-h/P1010654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6OoBIniELI/AAAAAAAADpw/ejhg7qXfcnM/s320/P1010654.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In 2008 I spent a month in Uganda. The only contact I had with anyone back home was 2 emails the entire time. However, Kevin made this book for me before I left. He wrote me one letter for every day I would be gone and put them all together in this book. I loved reading those little notes every day. I found this in a bag while packing for Arizona. Kev and I had a good laugh over some of his funny letters. It was much better reading and laughing over these letters with him next to me than it was thousands of miles apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-7788373857443998741?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/7788373857443998741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7788373857443998741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7788373857443998741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty-one.html' title='Day Sixty-One'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S6OoBIniELI/AAAAAAAADpw/ejhg7qXfcnM/s72-c/P1010654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-5856449824716409611</id><published>2010-03-09T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:33:13.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5ctQctGF0I/AAAAAAAADo4/VLjXKM4HgZg/s1600-h/P1010432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5ctQctGF0I/AAAAAAAADo4/VLjXKM4HgZg/s320/P1010432.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just had to go to Bass Pro today. We’re getting ready for our camping/backpacking/hiking/road trip to Arizona and I needed to get a few items. I have no problem getting to Bass Pro… but every time I come back I get lost! You would think it would be easy, just come back the way I came. However, I always manage to make a wrong turn and end up far away from where I need to be. Today getting lost cost me 85 cents (plus gas). I was about 5 miles from home, went to get on the exit I thought was the one I needed, but instead ended up on the turn pike. I only had enough change to pay the toll once, so I couldn’t turn around. I was somewhere 30 minutes south of home. I was about to call Kevin and ask him to google my location and tell me how to get home when I saw a sign I recognized. I made it home, but I was slightly panicky for a few seconds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-5856449824716409611?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/5856449824716409611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5856449824716409611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5856449824716409611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-sixty.html' title='Day Sixty'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5ctQctGF0I/AAAAAAAADo4/VLjXKM4HgZg/s72-c/P1010432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-6162583115761246974</id><published>2010-03-08T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:23:54.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5cr4k1nSQI/AAAAAAAADow/59i2Sun8Ghg/s1600-h/P1010437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5cr4k1nSQI/AAAAAAAADow/59i2Sun8Ghg/s320/P1010437.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Perfect Push Up. I came home to Kevin raving about them and how sore his arms were. I tried them... yeah I failed. Three days in and he's been sticking to his workout plan. I think I should start using them as well. It was obvious I have no upper arm strength. Maybe in a couple months I'll be able to give a better report on my push up abilities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-6162583115761246974?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/6162583115761246974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6162583115761246974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6162583115761246974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-nine.html' title='Day Fifty-Nine'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5cr4k1nSQI/AAAAAAAADow/59i2Sun8Ghg/s72-c/P1010437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4639007684217710624</id><published>2010-03-07T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:18:33.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty- Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5crBw0CUAI/AAAAAAAADoo/ZORRJBIVtK8/s1600-h/P1010433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5crBw0CUAI/AAAAAAAADoo/ZORRJBIVtK8/s320/P1010433.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a placemat that we received as a wedding gift. I really like the contrasting light color with our dark stained table. Someday we will have a bigger table and will be able to use all of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4639007684217710624?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4639007684217710624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4639007684217710624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4639007684217710624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-eight.html' title='Day Fifty- Eight'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5crBw0CUAI/AAAAAAAADoo/ZORRJBIVtK8/s72-c/P1010433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-2529437071359763227</id><published>2010-03-06T23:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:20:48.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5cpbjB5wYI/AAAAAAAADog/F7lpwSkamxo/s1600-h/P1010420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5cpbjB5wYI/AAAAAAAADog/F7lpwSkamxo/s320/P1010420.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At Thanksgiving, the hospital I work for gives out free turkeys to all their employees. We never had the chance to cook it until now. So we had an early Easter Celebration Dinner! I basically spent the entire day cooking. It was a work out! I was so tired by the time the food was ready and everyone was here to eat. Kevin and I had fun getting everything ready together. This is an apple pie that Kevin insisted on decorating the top. I think he did a pretty good job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268197577971"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268197577972"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-2529437071359763227?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/2529437071359763227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/2529437071359763227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/2529437071359763227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-seven.html' title='Day Fifty-Seven'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5cpbjB5wYI/AAAAAAAADog/F7lpwSkamxo/s72-c/P1010420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-1912777562320672969</id><published>2010-03-05T22:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:08:25.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5cmZ-LruSI/AAAAAAAADoQ/7VDUX-jeYz8/s1600-h/P1010416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5cmZ-LruSI/AAAAAAAADoQ/7VDUX-jeYz8/s320/P1010416.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday night Kevin and I hung out with our friends Tim &amp;amp; Mal. Eventually the guys started playing a game called Pente, which is a long, thinking, strategy type game. Mallory and I looked at each other and decided to we would do something girly and dye my hair. However, as I have learned whenever two girls go to a store to get hair dye with only one initially wanting to do it, the other one usually decides to do it as well. I've normally always done it myself, but I can say it was a lot better with a friend. Plus it&amp;nbsp;felt like a mini head massage! I think we were both happy with the results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-1912777562320672969?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/1912777562320672969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1912777562320672969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1912777562320672969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-six.html' title='Day Fifty Six'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5cmZ-LruSI/AAAAAAAADoQ/7VDUX-jeYz8/s72-c/P1010416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-3781950644038213408</id><published>2010-03-04T23:09:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:18:11.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5CSPo3z7vI/AAAAAAAADoI/XYYV-WbWanU/s1600-h/P1010395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5CSPo3z7vI/AAAAAAAADoI/XYYV-WbWanU/s320/P1010395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my favorite spices to cook with; dill, cinnamon, basil, and garlic. I will usually add one of these to whatever I am cooking or baking. I like alot of flavor, but I try to not use salt for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-3781950644038213408?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/3781950644038213408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3781950644038213408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3781950644038213408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-five.html' title='Day Fifty-Five'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5CSPo3z7vI/AAAAAAAADoI/XYYV-WbWanU/s72-c/P1010395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-6309785041114076694</id><published>2010-03-03T22:57:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:09:02.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty- Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5CPnyY0hhI/AAAAAAAADoA/xdhxSl3p88k/s1600-h/P1010367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5CPnyY0hhI/AAAAAAAADoA/xdhxSl3p88k/s320/P1010367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating this cracker (it started out whole)&amp;nbsp;I got the bright idea to take an up close picture to see if I could get the small details. I looked at Kevin and said, "Here hold this cracker while I take a picture of it" (okay, I know it sounds like a weird request). I took about 3 pictures and was unsucessful at getting a good focus with the lighting. Before I knew it Kevin crunched with cracker into these pieces. I wish I had a picture of the confused look on my face! Thats what I get for making weird requests like, "Hey hold this half eaten cracker while I whip out my camera! Thanks!". This picture turned out better than my original idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-6309785041114076694?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/6309785041114076694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6309785041114076694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6309785041114076694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-four.html' title='Day Fifty- Four'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S5CPnyY0hhI/AAAAAAAADoA/xdhxSl3p88k/s72-c/P1010367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-9018651984815871428</id><published>2010-03-02T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:56:08.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S43nRdVSlBI/AAAAAAAADn4/xGBwfGiHNHw/s320/P1010361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today, the weather has been really nice. Kev and I went for a walk to enjoy some of the nice weather. This is what a picture looks like when you try to take it&amp;nbsp;while walking. I tried to stop to take it, but I guess I had used up all my stopping time earlier in the walk. Kev said I stopped to much. Well, anyway I got a cool picture out of it and I got some good time with my hubby. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-9018651984815871428?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/9018651984815871428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/9018651984815871428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/9018651984815871428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-three.html' title='Day Fifty-Three'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S43nRdVSlBI/AAAAAAAADn4/xGBwfGiHNHw/s72-c/P1010361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-8201037394253856752</id><published>2010-03-01T22:26:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:35:25.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S43lPoG8HFI/AAAAAAAADnw/zhLNp0tE1pY/s1600-h/P1010358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S43lPoG8HFI/AAAAAAAADnw/zhLNp0tE1pY/s320/P1010358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On part of my run today I went over these yellow things on the sidewalks. My first thought was that they look like giant lego blocks in the concrete. I used to play with legos all the time growing up. It was like we were on a lego craze back then! Of course, I wasn't busy building rockets or guns. No, I was always building neighborhoods, houses, cars, and&amp;nbsp;furniture for the houses the built. I guess these yellow lego things are used to keep me from slipping out into traffic when it is wet or icy. I guess instead of legos, these are life savers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-8201037394253856752?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/8201037394253856752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/8201037394253856752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/8201037394253856752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-fifty-two.html' title='Day Fifty-Two'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S43lPoG8HFI/AAAAAAAADnw/zhLNp0tE1pY/s72-c/P1010358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-44289557449680931</id><published>2010-02-28T18:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:03:19.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sP1TzkGSI/AAAAAAAADnQ/i0Foe2U_W0Q/s1600-h/P1010337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sP1TzkGSI/AAAAAAAADnQ/i0Foe2U_W0Q/s320/P1010337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We werent driving when the picture was taken, so don't be alarmed! We were just sitting in the parking lot waiting for traffic to clear out so we could leave after church. It was a good picture oppertunity on a great sunny day! I feel spring coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-44289557449680931?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/44289557449680931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-fifty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/44289557449680931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/44289557449680931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-fifty-one.html' title='Day Fifty-One'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sP1TzkGSI/AAAAAAAADnQ/i0Foe2U_W0Q/s72-c/P1010337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-3965133291870630747</id><published>2010-02-27T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:32:28.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4s0M-4YowI/AAAAAAAADng/MhqttshEDLM/s1600-h/P1010354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4s0M-4YowI/AAAAAAAADng/MhqttshEDLM/s320/P1010354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have been studying for NCLEX (its the board exam I have to take to become an RN). Pharmacolgy seems to be a weak area for me right now. So I got these two books that focus just on Pharmacology. One of them is just 1000's of NCLEX style questions about drugs and the other one has all the important info to learn about the drugs. I'm a hands on learner. If I have worked with the drug, then I usually know about it, but ask me about a drug I've never given or come across during clinicals and I would have to look it up. Hopefully after studying these books for a couple weeks, pharm will become a stronger area!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-3965133291870630747?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/3965133291870630747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-fifty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3965133291870630747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3965133291870630747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-fifty.html' title='Day Fifty'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4s0M-4YowI/AAAAAAAADng/MhqttshEDLM/s72-c/P1010354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-3305107421729284405</id><published>2010-02-26T20:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:42:00.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4snWSkWyOI/AAAAAAAADnY/XOCXvGvOk1I/s1600-h/P1010350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4snWSkWyOI/AAAAAAAADnY/XOCXvGvOk1I/s320/P1010350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love cantalope, it makes me think of summer! I'm ok with the cold, but I am looking forward to warmer weather and summer foods! : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-3305107421729284405?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/3305107421729284405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3305107421729284405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3305107421729284405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-nine.html' title='Day Forty-Nine'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4snWSkWyOI/AAAAAAAADnY/XOCXvGvOk1I/s72-c/P1010350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4700551338933612060</id><published>2010-02-25T18:46:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:39:00.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sO4mHBTQI/AAAAAAAADnI/-fenokjv96E/s1600-h/P1010332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sO4mHBTQI/AAAAAAAADnI/-fenokjv96E/s320/P1010332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pumkin Custard mmmm! It's really just a pumkin pie without the crust. I was in the cooking mode making dinner and I decided to do a little baking. My parent's make this all the time at home, so I had to call to make sure how to do it. I think I will be the only one here that will eat it. Kev is more of a candy type of sweet eater... not so much baked sweets. Not me! Take me to a bakery and skip the candy store! At least I won't eat the whole thing in one sitting. That makes me feel a little better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4700551338933612060?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4700551338933612060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4700551338933612060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4700551338933612060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-eight.html' title='Day Forty-Eight'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sO4mHBTQI/AAAAAAAADnI/-fenokjv96E/s72-c/P1010332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-3091979492941012103</id><published>2010-02-24T18:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:20:44.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sNGwOAxqI/AAAAAAAADnA/j_ijggziYBg/s1600-h/P1010325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sNGwOAxqI/AAAAAAAADnA/j_ijggziYBg/s320/P1010325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's ice bath time! I have been very sore the last few days from running. I decided it was time for an ice bath. However, it was not quite like I remembered! I got the water ready, put the ice in, and stepped in... well, my big toe made it and I was out again. It was a lot colder and more painful that what I remember! I think my memories are better than what actually happened and I some how blocked out how horrible ice bath's really are. I spent about 5 minuets trying to psych myself up to get back in the tub. I tried a second time and actually set down in the water but didn't stay there for long. I did several more dips and then called it quits. Even though I didn't set down in the water for the whole amount of time, it did help. Next time I'll just try cold water and leave the ice in the freezer where it belongs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-3091979492941012103?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/3091979492941012103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3091979492941012103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3091979492941012103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-seven.html' title='Day Forty-Seven'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sNGwOAxqI/AAAAAAAADnA/j_ijggziYBg/s72-c/P1010325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-3568170427961478848</id><published>2010-02-23T18:33:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:12:22.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sL8A3flUI/AAAAAAAADm4/rPY3xX8SLXw/s1600-h/P1010320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sL8A3flUI/AAAAAAAADm4/rPY3xX8SLXw/s320/P1010320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The latest craze at our home... Sudoku. We've some how inherited a sudoku puzzle book.&amp;nbsp;Neither one of us can figure out where it came from. I've only worked one puzzle, but Kevin has been doing them like crazy. I guess trying to figure out assignmens for school has been enough puzzle for my brain right now. He's concentrating hard here... I'm not even sure he knows that I snapped this picture of him. I'm sure if he noticed I would have been met with some resistance. Suprise! Your on candid camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-3568170427961478848?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/3568170427961478848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3568170427961478848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3568170427961478848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-six.html' title='Day Forty-Six'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sL8A3flUI/AAAAAAAADm4/rPY3xX8SLXw/s72-c/P1010320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-5091485843270167220</id><published>2010-02-22T18:30:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:06:30.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sLJ7Yj49I/AAAAAAAADmw/ZsfrM1RI6ak/s1600-h/P1010342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sLJ7Yj49I/AAAAAAAADmw/ZsfrM1RI6ak/s320/P1010342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I like purses, but I don't own very many of them. I really like the ones with one strap that go over the shoulder and across the chest. That way my hands and arms are free, but I can carry what I need. My next choice would be a backpack. I just get annoyed easliy with other bags;sliding down my arm, or my arms to big because of my coat so I have to carry it. I like to have free arms!! This one is probably my favorite, it's nice enought to take to nice places, holds just enough, and the best part was I got it on clearance for about 40 bucks cheaper than sticker price. I love good finds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-5091485843270167220?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/5091485843270167220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5091485843270167220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5091485843270167220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-five.html' title='Day Forty-Five'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4sLJ7Yj49I/AAAAAAAADmw/ZsfrM1RI6ak/s72-c/P1010342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-7943818225482718706</id><published>2010-02-21T20:46:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:22:13.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HwRLdGcgI/AAAAAAAADmo/aFoZ90Use_M/s1600-h/P1010318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HwRLdGcgI/AAAAAAAADmo/aFoZ90Use_M/s320/P1010318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is my favorite grocery store. I kind of felt like a weirdo taking a picture of the store in my car! Today was grocery shopping day. I seriously have never liked a grocery store so much. It's so clean and the staff have always been very polite. The stores I used to go to were ALWAYS out of something that I needed. It was like every time I went to get something specific, it was never there. Reasor's has a great produce section and a large selection of organic and gluten free foods. I don't buy everything organic, but I do apreciate having the more choices when I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-7943818225482718706?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/7943818225482718706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7943818225482718706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7943818225482718706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-four.html' title='Day Forty-Four'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HwRLdGcgI/AAAAAAAADmo/aFoZ90Use_M/s72-c/P1010318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4643206480915209065</id><published>2010-02-20T20:43:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:14:15.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HveQW4WPI/AAAAAAAADmY/hS8p6TP9_kY/s1600-h/0220001745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HveQW4WPI/AAAAAAAADmY/hS8p6TP9_kY/s320/0220001745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Surgery! Today during my externship I had the chance to follow one of my patients into surgery. The surgeon was great and explained every thing that he was doing. It was an anterior cervical discectomy and fusion. Basically that means he removed the disc that is between the bones in the spine and then fused the bones together. The disc had ruptured compressing the spinal cord causing a loss of function in the arms and legs. When the disc is removed, a piece of bone from the hip is placed in the space and a plate is screwed into two remaining bones keeping the piece of hip bone in place and releasing the compression on the spinal cord. Hopefully now&amp;nbsp;some function in the arms and legs will return. I liked the experience but I don't know that surgery is my area!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4643206480915209065?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4643206480915209065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4643206480915209065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4643206480915209065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-three.html' title='Day Forty-Three'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HveQW4WPI/AAAAAAAADmY/hS8p6TP9_kY/s72-c/0220001745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4148112740645353087</id><published>2010-02-19T20:44:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:04:48.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4Hv-coAGPI/AAAAAAAADmg/vLOkzrB9q1s/s1600-h/P1010305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4Hv-coAGPI/AAAAAAAADmg/vLOkzrB9q1s/s320/P1010305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;pillow was one&amp;nbsp;of the&amp;nbsp;first 'home things' that we bought before we were married. Kev moved into the apartment with basically his clothes and a few dishes. We have come far over the last year! We bought a comfy chair is an 'as is section' at a furniture store, fixed it up and bought this pillow for it. I think this is one of my favorite pillows and I hope to be able to keep it for as long as its still holding together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4148112740645353087?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4148112740645353087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4148112740645353087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4148112740645353087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-two.html' title='Day Forty-Two'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4Hv-coAGPI/AAAAAAAADmg/vLOkzrB9q1s/s72-c/P1010305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-2393374953616970764</id><published>2010-02-18T20:38:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:57:18.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HvIV0dACI/AAAAAAAADmQ/X_YLtWNYvws/s1600-h/P1010311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HvIV0dACI/AAAAAAAADmQ/X_YLtWNYvws/s320/P1010311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been&amp;nbsp;doing my runs in this area lately. This&amp;nbsp;tree sits out in&amp;nbsp;flat grassy area near the&amp;nbsp;river. Most of the trees are&amp;nbsp;smaller and newly planted. This one stands out alone towering over the others. I don't know how old this tree is, but I'm sure its&amp;nbsp;been around for awhile. If trees could talk, I'm sure this one could tell stories about all the changes&amp;nbsp;in the area over the years. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-2393374953616970764?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/2393374953616970764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/2393374953616970764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/2393374953616970764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty-one.html' title='Day Forty-One'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HvIV0dACI/AAAAAAAADmQ/X_YLtWNYvws/s72-c/P1010311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-9209431920393499590</id><published>2010-02-17T20:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:37:42.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HrvqCh2fI/AAAAAAAADmI/Z7bxz8sEjtg/s1600-h/P1010303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HrvqCh2fI/AAAAAAAADmI/Z7bxz8sEjtg/s320/P1010303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I decided to take some pictures of patterns and textures. These are&amp;nbsp;one of my&amp;nbsp;favorite pairs&amp;nbsp;jeans to wear. Not to much to write about for today, but I do like the up close look at the pattern in my jeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-9209431920393499590?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/9209431920393499590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/9209431920393499590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/9209431920393499590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-forty.html' title='Day Forty'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S4HrvqCh2fI/AAAAAAAADmI/Z7bxz8sEjtg/s72-c/P1010303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-6069150682500494741</id><published>2010-02-16T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:46:59.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tzT8zGv7I/AAAAAAAADmA/R5ijKHXfE1g/s1600-h/P1010275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tzT8zGv7I/AAAAAAAADmA/R5ijKHXfE1g/s320/P1010275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bruschetta! I usually do NOT like raw&amp;nbsp;tomatoes. However, I have started making my own bruschetta and I acually really like them. Well, in this dish atleast. Not over all. I watched Julia &amp;amp; Julie and got the weird craving to make my own bruschetta. It's fairly easy to make and I've sort of experimented and made it my own way. It's just ripe tomatoes, little onion, olive oil, some spices, a&amp;nbsp;dash of salt and pepper. For the bread I just put a little olive oil on them and toast them in a pan on the stove. This one is topped with asiago cheese because thats all I have, but I like to use parmesan as well. Mmmm I'm getting hungry again! : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-6069150682500494741?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/6069150682500494741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6069150682500494741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6069150682500494741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-nine.html' title='Day Thirty-Nine'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tzT8zGv7I/AAAAAAAADmA/R5ijKHXfE1g/s72-c/P1010275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-5131059555730474776</id><published>2010-02-15T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:39:43.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tx5izlhCI/AAAAAAAADl4/zWhuM1mXskM/s1600-h/P1010280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tx5izlhCI/AAAAAAAADl4/zWhuM1mXskM/s320/P1010280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was my V-day present! Okay, so I know that its not extravagant, but seriously I couldn't have gotten anything better! I have been wanting a new pillow for so long. We were going to both get new ones when we first got married, but other things took priority and it never happend. A couple weeks ago I mentioned it again and today I have it! I seriously am not even sure how old the one I had was (gross I know ok). It looks really puffy, but it my head just sinks into it and it almost conforms around it. I had such a hard time pulling myself out of bed this morning... I was very comfortable. I would say it was a success Kev! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-5131059555730474776?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/5131059555730474776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5131059555730474776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5131059555730474776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-eight.html' title='Day Thirty-Eight'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tx5izlhCI/AAAAAAAADl4/zWhuM1mXskM/s72-c/P1010280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-353399352763132985</id><published>2010-02-14T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:27:21.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty- Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tuCXFY-LI/AAAAAAAADlw/4EJVXVIgUV4/s1600-h/P1010269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tuCXFY-LI/AAAAAAAADlw/4EJVXVIgUV4/s320/P1010269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Valentine's Day I woke up to a breakfast and a rose. : ) Before my husband, I spend every Valentine's Day single. I've dated, but they had always fizzled out long before V-Day rolled around. So, I have no memories of some other valentine other than the ones my dad would give me, but those are good memories. I know it&amp;nbsp;can&amp;nbsp;seem&amp;nbsp;silly to have one day where we are supposed to do special things for each other. Sometimes people write off&amp;nbsp;V- day&amp;nbsp;because we should be doing things all year long for those we love. I agree to this, however, life happens everyday, all day and sometimes big special things just can't happen all the time. I like to pay attention to the small things that Kevin does do everyday, like kiss me goodbye before he leaves for work- or always stopping what we are doing to greet each other when one of us gets home.It's nice to have a special day set aside to focus on each other. Maybe, Valentine's Day should be once a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-353399352763132985?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/353399352763132985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/353399352763132985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/353399352763132985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-seven.html' title='Day Thirty- Seven'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tuCXFY-LI/AAAAAAAADlw/4EJVXVIgUV4/s72-c/P1010269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-5384832040573146198</id><published>2010-02-13T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:17:08.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tsCIYWd5I/AAAAAAAADlo/dVahdHh3zHY/s1600-h/P1010266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tsCIYWd5I/AAAAAAAADlo/dVahdHh3zHY/s320/P1010266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This seems to be a common question in our home. Usually after Kev agrees to relieve me of my ichiness it goes something like this, "No, to the right. No, the other right. Over!! Down, yes right there! No, go back you missed it! Ugh, please scratch right there!!". It usually ends in him laughing at me and commenting about how we need a back scratcher. To which I reply, "Thats why I married you". It's a common cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-5384832040573146198?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/5384832040573146198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5384832040573146198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5384832040573146198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-six.html' title='Day Thirty-Six'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3tsCIYWd5I/AAAAAAAADlo/dVahdHh3zHY/s72-c/P1010266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-6443833653046321751</id><published>2010-02-12T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:12:56.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3Wlr1hlT3I/AAAAAAAADlg/o7apceC1pDU/s1600-h/P1010264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3Wlr1hlT3I/AAAAAAAADlg/o7apceC1pDU/s320/P1010264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is at the request of my husband. I didn't shoot this gun, but he did. He was very proud of his abilities to take out the target.&amp;nbsp;His best friend just purchased a gun to use&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;shooting ranges. Now, he is&amp;nbsp;begging me for Gun. I'm not sure why he begs, I'm not against it.&amp;nbsp;We just need to save&amp;nbsp;up some muulah&amp;nbsp;for it. I've only shot two guns in my life time.&amp;nbsp;I'm sure it was very comical to watch. I closed my eyes when I pulled the trigger and shot up above my target. Laughing, my dad quickly took the gun out of my hands, he said 'before I killed someone'. But unless they were really tall and towering over me, I would most likely&amp;nbsp;miss them. So it seems like I need to work on my aim, but probably more keeping my eyes open so I can aim.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-6443833653046321751?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/6443833653046321751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6443833653046321751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6443833653046321751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-five.html' title='Day Thirty-Five'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3Wlr1hlT3I/AAAAAAAADlg/o7apceC1pDU/s72-c/P1010264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-2240853087825607319</id><published>2010-02-11T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:00:32.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3WidBCKBBI/AAAAAAAADlQ/Gzb27M_u9D4/s1600-h/P1010258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3WidBCKBBI/AAAAAAAADlQ/Gzb27M_u9D4/s320/P1010258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Mallory... or her hands anyways. Mal and I became instant friends 4 years ago when we both moved here to go to school. We were strangers assigned to live together and met for the first time randomly on the parking lot. I remember she looked very well put together&amp;nbsp;and I was in running clothes&amp;nbsp;with my hair pulled back :). I've always wondered what their first impression was! I had no idea that day of how close we really would become! I met my husband at her wedding... he just happened to be the best friend of the Groom.&amp;nbsp;We all live very far from our families so we have formed our own little family. It's crazy how getting the 'family' together really helps relieve the homesickness that we all battle at times. I made Mallory a nice warm cup of peppermint tea while they were over. She was laughing while I was shouting 'act natural'! I guess it is alittle unnerving when someone whips out a camera and says their going to take pictures of you... just act natural!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-2240853087825607319?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/2240853087825607319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/2240853087825607319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/2240853087825607319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-four.html' title='Day Thirty-Four'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3WidBCKBBI/AAAAAAAADlQ/Gzb27M_u9D4/s72-c/P1010258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-2816423747891973574</id><published>2010-02-10T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:02:03.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3MBBv_fOKI/AAAAAAAADlI/lukjjWgnuwk/s1600-h/cp1_0210000938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3MBBv_fOKI/AAAAAAAADlI/lukjjWgnuwk/s320/cp1_0210000938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my lacerated arm. Today was nursing disaster scenarios. We had to come up with a disaster, act it out while another group responded and then we switched. Our disaster was a plane crash. It was actually pretty fun. We used alot of makeup, fake blood, and other props to really make it seem a little realistic. I spent much of the time in a panic mode... screaming and breathing hard. My face actually became numb and I got the chills. It was not hard to act in distress! My major injury was a severly broken lower leg... but without the&amp;nbsp;right props, it was mistaken for an amputated leg. : ) Overall, it was a really good training session!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-2816423747891973574?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/2816423747891973574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/2816423747891973574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/2816423747891973574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-three.html' title='Day Thirty-Three'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3MBBv_fOKI/AAAAAAAADlI/lukjjWgnuwk/s72-c/cp1_0210000938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-1771110951383825860</id><published>2010-02-09T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:18:54.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty- Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3IVTQZb5DI/AAAAAAAADlA/pdkfjBLI1D8/s1600-h/P1010254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3IVTQZb5DI/AAAAAAAADlA/pdkfjBLI1D8/s320/P1010254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a creek that runs around my university and its been underconstruction for the last couple of years. They are widening it and putting in a retatining wall to help with flooding. In order to get from the parking lot to the buildings, you have to cross over the creek... unfortunately the bridge closest to the building has been under construction for a long time. After driving to school, the lot is usually full, leaving me to the far end of the lot...the opposite side of the usuable bridge. It feels like it takes 20 minuets to walk to my class (yes, I am exaggerating). It's not really a problem unless I am running late... I use to hope the construction would be done by the time I graduate, but seeing how thats like 70 something days away, I'm not counting on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-1771110951383825860?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/1771110951383825860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1771110951383825860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1771110951383825860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-two.html' title='Day Thirty- Two'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3IVTQZb5DI/AAAAAAAADlA/pdkfjBLI1D8/s72-c/P1010254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-95089790871341987</id><published>2010-02-08T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:07:20.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3ITTKSpJfI/AAAAAAAADk4/H6k0AddSWEc/s1600-h/P1010251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3ITTKSpJfI/AAAAAAAADk4/H6k0AddSWEc/s320/P1010251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight was a cuddle on the couch with your honey and watch comercials from the super bowl on the internet. There were some pretty good ones... and then some that left us scratching our heads wondering why so much money was spent on a confusing 30 seconds. I know this popcorn looks like its buttery, but its pretty much plain, which I didn't know when I purchased it. The box said low fat... heart healthy... etc. I didn't realize that was code for plain. I'm okay with those wierd health foods people usually run away from, but I was hoping for some flavor. Kev took one bite and bluntly told me it was gross. : ) Thats okay... more for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-95089790871341987?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/95089790871341987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/95089790871341987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/95089790871341987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty-one.html' title='Day Thirty-One'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3ITTKSpJfI/AAAAAAAADk4/H6k0AddSWEc/s72-c/P1010251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4670428139898685869</id><published>2010-02-07T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:54:49.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3IQR-MQG1I/AAAAAAAADkw/mWjYDayLtHU/s1600-h/0207001436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3IQR-MQG1I/AAAAAAAADkw/mWjYDayLtHU/s320/0207001436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was taken with my cell phone inside of Bass Pro. Have you ever been inside a Bass Pro shop? If not, you could seriously spend and entire day inside looking at everthing for outdoors. We werent shopping for ourselves, we were just tagging along with some friends. Even though it was super bowl sunday, the store was pretty busy. It was only 2 in the afternoon though. I figured everyone would be at home cooking or prepping... or whatever it is people do before the superbowl ( its obvious I haven't celebrated many super bowls). Apparently, its go to Bass Pro and buy a gun day or buy boots- those seemed to be the busiest areas! Wait, I take that back- people were buying just about everything. Clothes,&amp;nbsp;kayaks (I wish I could say I was the one buying a&amp;nbsp;kayak),&amp;nbsp;boats, camping stuff... you name it, it was being sold!&amp;nbsp;Anyways, this is Kev enjoying the glass elevator between the floors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4670428139898685869?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4670428139898685869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4670428139898685869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4670428139898685869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-thirty.html' title='Day Thirty'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S3IQR-MQG1I/AAAAAAAADkw/mWjYDayLtHU/s72-c/0207001436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-124219161138835979</id><published>2010-02-06T11:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:09:37.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S25XrZXbZcI/AAAAAAAADko/cdVXBghE9Lw/s1600-h/P1010243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S25XrZXbZcI/AAAAAAAADko/cdVXBghE9Lw/s320/P1010243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I caught up with a friend. I meant to take a picture with her, but we were so busy talking and catching up on the last few months I completely forgot.&amp;nbsp;It was&amp;nbsp;great to sip on something warm and hear how a friend was doing. Sometimes its seems so easy for me to not spend time&amp;nbsp;with friends. I get easliy distracted by life! I&amp;nbsp;think I should make&amp;nbsp;this a saturday tradition. Every Saturday I spend some time catching up with someone either in person or by phone for those who I am far from. Sounds like a wonderful plan to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-124219161138835979?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/124219161138835979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/124219161138835979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/124219161138835979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-nine.html' title='Day Twenty-Nine'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S25XrZXbZcI/AAAAAAAADko/cdVXBghE9Lw/s72-c/P1010243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-7927867856722723371</id><published>2010-02-05T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:02:04.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty- Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S25Vbn6vH8I/AAAAAAAADkg/ItHROovfRq8/s1600-h/P1010245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S25Vbn6vH8I/AAAAAAAADkg/ItHROovfRq8/s320/P1010245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the excitement and fear of taking english riding lessons, I have riding boots. My excitement stems from learning something completely new. My fear is more practical. Horses are large, my feet are small and I don't like risking the chance of getting stepped on while wearing old mesh top running shoes. I hope to be able to continue this new adventure of riding for awhile. Riding and controlling a trained animal that could for whatever reason defy control and do it's own thing is a thrill and a risk. Part of me finds it relaxing and the other is getting a small adrenaline fix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-7927867856722723371?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/7927867856722723371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7927867856722723371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7927867856722723371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-eight.html' title='Day Twenty- Eight'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S25Vbn6vH8I/AAAAAAAADkg/ItHROovfRq8/s72-c/P1010245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-8378756194762578861</id><published>2010-02-04T23:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:52:50.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S25UvOKCvZI/AAAAAAAADkY/cqf6MwstTL8/s1600-h/P1010249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S25UvOKCvZI/AAAAAAAADkY/cqf6MwstTL8/s320/P1010249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today I came home from a full day/week and inspite of a full to do list... I slept. My body was saying something else, I chose to listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-8378756194762578861?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/8378756194762578861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/8378756194762578861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/8378756194762578861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-seven.html' title='Day Twenty-Seven'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S25UvOKCvZI/AAAAAAAADkY/cqf6MwstTL8/s72-c/P1010249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-861521852314672383</id><published>2010-02-03T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:23:27.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2ouxGHi_LI/AAAAAAAADkQ/HubPP3jwG3Q/s1600-h/P1010238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2ouxGHi_LI/AAAAAAAADkQ/HubPP3jwG3Q/s320/P1010238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ice and snow of last week has come and gone. The only evidence left is the occasional ice patch. I must admit that the aftermath of ice and snow melting is pretty ugly. I could have taken a few pictures of mud patches but I felt this one was a little easier on the eyes. Looks like we are expecting another round of snow and ice in the next few days. I cannot complain about the weather. I love all the seasons and spring will come soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-861521852314672383?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/861521852314672383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/861521852314672383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/861521852314672383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-six.html' title='Day Twenty-Six'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2ouxGHi_LI/AAAAAAAADkQ/HubPP3jwG3Q/s72-c/P1010238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-163007739101948688</id><published>2010-02-02T20:12:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:18:42.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2otFcZ9uWI/AAAAAAAADkI/q-PqlRLUSqE/s1600-h/P1010231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2otFcZ9uWI/AAAAAAAADkI/q-PqlRLUSqE/s320/P1010231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I believe Frosty has seen better days. I noticed him the other day although he looked much different. He was standing up straight, proudly displaying his rock buttons, red scarf blowing in the breeze, bright black eyes, and a happy smile. Today, Frosty looks as though he has been betrayed. Standing a little lopsided, shrinking arms, evidence of being poked with sticks and let me not forget the giant pole sticking out of the&amp;nbsp;right side. I wish had taken a before and after picture. It was quite the transformation. I think Frosty would appreciate being put out of his misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-163007739101948688?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/163007739101948688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/163007739101948688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/163007739101948688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-five.html' title='Day Twenty-Five'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2otFcZ9uWI/AAAAAAAADkI/q-PqlRLUSqE/s72-c/P1010231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-1852051730602869379</id><published>2010-02-01T19:57:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:11:05.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty- Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2op2e3uloI/AAAAAAAADkA/vx7jYwEVnCY/s1600-h/P1010227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2op2e3uloI/AAAAAAAADkA/vx7jYwEVnCY/s320/P1010227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was D day, D being for dentist. My poor husband, I put him through the agony of a dental cleaning. After his childhood nightmare experiences, he has made taking care of his teeth a priority.&amp;nbsp; It is not so that the dentist will be proud of what a wonderful patient he is. No, this strict regiment of dental care is so he never has to go to the dentist. Unfortunately today, I broke his 3 year streak. In order to feel powerful over the evils of dentistry he allowed them to make him a referral to have his wisdom teeth removed and another appointment in 6 months. Although this seems like a normal thing to do, he has no intention of doing either. His wisdom teeth are straight, have plenty of room, and cause no pain. And as for the check up in 6 months... we will be living in another state at that time and I can assure you we won't be coming back for the dentist. Yes, he showed that dentist who is boss! I'll be calling them soon to cancel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-1852051730602869379?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/1852051730602869379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1852051730602869379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1852051730602869379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-twenty-four.html' title='Day Twenty- Four'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2op2e3uloI/AAAAAAAADkA/vx7jYwEVnCY/s72-c/P1010227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4654106061815923383</id><published>2010-01-31T19:52:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:57:02.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2ookapOt2I/AAAAAAAADj4/yrDW6SIFYss/s1600-h/P1010228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2ookapOt2I/AAAAAAAADj4/yrDW6SIFYss/s320/P1010228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taping the vents only worked for a short amout of time. We had to upgrade to two air purifiers and the highest quality furnace filter there is. Good news is I can now be in the apartment with out burning eyes, headaches, and a throat that feels on fire. It still ocassionally has a funky smoke smell... but it is nothing like what it was before. I think we can at least last&amp;nbsp;thru May...after that we will be looking for some where else to call home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4654106061815923383?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4654106061815923383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-twenty-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4654106061815923383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4654106061815923383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-twenty-three.html' title='Day Twenty-Three'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2ookapOt2I/AAAAAAAADj4/yrDW6SIFYss/s72-c/P1010228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-7158191655658253953</id><published>2010-01-30T21:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:17:43.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2T00wv3muI/AAAAAAAADjw/BpquLdAxyHU/s1600-h/P1010220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2T00wv3muI/AAAAAAAADjw/BpquLdAxyHU/s320/P1010220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My husband finally got a drum set! When he moved here, he had to leave his acoustic set beind in storage. I've been wanting to be able to make a way for him to play again. Drums are like his thing... its his hobby, stress reliever, enjoyment...and I know he has missed playing over the last&amp;nbsp;year and&amp;nbsp;a half. So things finally worked out and now he once again can play and now has an electric set to add to his collection. Happy Valentines day, Birthday, and Christmas for 2010!!! LOL! (It was very much worth it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-7158191655658253953?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/7158191655658253953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-twenty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7158191655658253953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7158191655658253953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-twenty-one.html' title='Day Twenty-Two'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2T00wv3muI/AAAAAAAADjw/BpquLdAxyHU/s72-c/P1010220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-841548019601141445</id><published>2010-01-29T21:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:17:18.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2Tzs6Ab30I/AAAAAAAADjo/4iR-AiyrlVw/s1600-h/P1010191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2Tzs6Ab30I/AAAAAAAADjo/4iR-AiyrlVw/s320/P1010191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got snow! About 6 inches total. Kev couldn't get into work and my classes were cancelled&amp;nbsp; so we got a SNOW DAY!! It was fun to sleep in and hang out at home all day together. If only we could have a few more of them before winter is over. I love snow and&amp;nbsp;I don't mind driving in it if I have too. It was a nice comfy kind of day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-841548019601141445?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/841548019601141445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-twenty_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/841548019601141445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/841548019601141445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-twenty_29.html' title='Day Twenty-One'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2Tzs6Ab30I/AAAAAAAADjo/4iR-AiyrlVw/s72-c/P1010191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4247974332805892205</id><published>2010-01-28T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:39:39.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2NjE9UQD2I/AAAAAAAADjg/y_A9UrFXzhU/s1600-h/P1010189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2NjE9UQD2I/AAAAAAAADjg/y_A9UrFXzhU/s320/P1010189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well the ice/ freezing rain has settled in! No sign of snow yet, but we've got a nice coat of ice to cover everything. Schools are already cancelling for tomorrow and I won't have to wake up early and head into clinicals friday either. I guess its supposed to dump a bunch of snow here on friday. Looks like a SNOW DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4247974332805892205?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4247974332805892205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-twenty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4247974332805892205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4247974332805892205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-twenty.html' title='Day Twenty'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2NjE9UQD2I/AAAAAAAADjg/y_A9UrFXzhU/s72-c/P1010189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-366924303486534298</id><published>2010-01-27T16:30:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:36:08.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nineteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2Nh5xCChoI/AAAAAAAADjY/WBx-TmKlT94/s1600-h/P1010183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2Nh5xCChoI/AAAAAAAADjY/WBx-TmKlT94/s320/P1010183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The moon was so pretty tonight!&amp;nbsp; I love nights when the moon is out and lights up everything. It has been wonderful weather today and a perfect day for a run.They are predicting lots of snow for thursday. However, I was just outside finishing up a run and it was definately warm... like 60 degrees kind of warm! We'll see&amp;nbsp;what happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-366924303486534298?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/366924303486534298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-nineteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/366924303486534298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/366924303486534298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-nineteen.html' title='Day Nineteen'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S2Nh5xCChoI/AAAAAAAADjY/WBx-TmKlT94/s72-c/P1010183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-5982862807219845697</id><published>2010-01-26T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:09:38.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1_I3yYVcYI/AAAAAAAADjQ/5ajPM_9-v3I/s1600-h/P1010178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1_I3yYVcYI/AAAAAAAADjQ/5ajPM_9-v3I/s320/P1010178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I know this is not the most interesting picture... but it is currently the best solution for our problem! I came home today to a home filled with tobacco smoke. It smelled like I had been chain smoking all day... unfortunately, it has been leaking from the bathroom vent from our new neighbors apartment. It was a very frustrating situation. For now we have been able to atleast contain the smoke by covering the vent with plastic, putting an air purifier in the bathroom, and keeping the door closed. I'm probably a little optimistic hoping this is just a temporary problem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-5982862807219845697?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/5982862807219845697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-eighteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5982862807219845697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5982862807219845697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-eighteen.html' title='Day Eighteen'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1_I3yYVcYI/AAAAAAAADjQ/5ajPM_9-v3I/s72-c/P1010178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-6871441038734358591</id><published>2010-01-25T22:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:56:37.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1_GMp6S3lI/AAAAAAAADjI/8vU4rvtZQZE/s1600-h/P1010174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1_GMp6S3lI/AAAAAAAADjI/8vU4rvtZQZE/s320/P1010174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Merry Christmas to myself!! I have been wanting a CHI flat iron for a couple of years. I finally was able to buy one&amp;nbsp;and got an amazing deal on Ebay! However, it took forever to get here. I was worried for a couple weeks that I had been scammed. I hadn't heard from the seller about when it was shipped and I couldn't get ahold of them. After a long roudabout trip through the mail...it finally made it's way here today. I am excited to use it for the first time! I'm also glad that I hadn't been scammed and was spared the process of opening up a case with ebay and paypal.&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/8027222628798248402-6871441038734358591?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/6871441038734358591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6871441038734358591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6871441038734358591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-seventeen.html' title='Day Seventeen'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1_GMp6S3lI/AAAAAAAADjI/8vU4rvtZQZE/s72-c/P1010174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-6877786038248558005</id><published>2010-01-24T22:41:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:49:58.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1_EGIy_uOI/AAAAAAAADjA/tjqeod4c6dI/s1600-h/P1010176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1_EGIy_uOI/AAAAAAAADjA/tjqeod4c6dI/s320/P1010176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the church bulletin from Church on the Move. Right now they are doing a Q &amp;amp; A series that focuses on&amp;nbsp;various topics and what the Bible says. The topics so far have varied from culutre, marriage, and divorce. One of the cool things they do during the services is if anyone has a question about something, they can text their question and then it will be answered at the end of the service. It's been an interesting series so far and I'm looking forward to the coming weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-6877786038248558005?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/6877786038248558005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6877786038248558005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6877786038248558005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-sixteen.html' title='Day Sixteen'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1_EGIy_uOI/AAAAAAAADjA/tjqeod4c6dI/s72-c/P1010176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4390213576633100144</id><published>2010-01-23T23:30:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:38:09.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1v3SMNxgRI/AAAAAAAADi4/0vBAt9eeCCw/s1600-h/P1010169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1v3SMNxgRI/AAAAAAAADi4/0vBAt9eeCCw/s320/P1010169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cardiovascular. This has been my study focus for this week. This is here is a ECG heart rhythm strip. An ECG just measures the electrical activity in the heart and it comes out on graph paper like this. The rhythm shown is not what a normal strip would look like. I like learning about the heart and all that comes with it. It can be so complex at times, with so many different factors influencing the mechanical action of the heart. Hopefully, I remember it all for the exam on monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4390213576633100144?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4390213576633100144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-fifteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4390213576633100144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4390213576633100144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-fifteen.html' title='Day Fifteen'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1v3SMNxgRI/AAAAAAAADi4/0vBAt9eeCCw/s72-c/P1010169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4018319841532179939</id><published>2010-01-22T23:30:00.026-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:29:44.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fourteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1v0CoHvG-I/AAAAAAAADiw/NxyK1piwHsA/s1600-h/P1010163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1v0CoHvG-I/AAAAAAAADiw/NxyK1piwHsA/s320/P1010163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Friday&amp;nbsp;I went to my first Tulsa Oiler's hockey game against the&amp;nbsp;Witchita Thunder. What an experience! It definately was not at the pro-hockey level of a game, but it was still fun. Our seats just happend to be right in front of a about 12 boys around the ages of 8 to 12. They were more excited about the advertisements for Elmo live in march than anything that was taking place on the ice. Fights in hockey&amp;nbsp;are pretty much a given and expected. However, this game was completely different than any other I've ever watched.&amp;nbsp; If the players so much as gave each other the stare down, the ref's were there to keep them apart. The last 50 seconds of the game was the most excitement of the night. Five fights in under 20 seconds on the clock. Tulsa lost the game, but they didn't go down without getting in some good punches.&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/8027222628798248402-4018319841532179939?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4018319841532179939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-fourteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4018319841532179939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4018319841532179939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-fourteen.html' title='Day Fourteen'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1v0CoHvG-I/AAAAAAAADiw/NxyK1piwHsA/s72-c/P1010163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-254207063505648319</id><published>2010-01-21T19:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:30:21.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thriteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1j-CbEJFKI/AAAAAAAADio/dOoOOpDqoGA/s1600-h/P1010155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1j-CbEJFKI/AAAAAAAADio/dOoOOpDqoGA/s320/P1010155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the camera and is by far the nicest one I've ever had.&amp;nbsp; As a kid I had one that used film and had a crank handle to wind it after taking the picture. Then I had the disposible cameras and I still have a few of those laying around. It will be such a suprise when I get it developed. I have no idea what is on it and how old it is! Then I had a digital camera, but it was only a 3 megapixel. This bad boy is a 9.1 megapixel, what an upgrade! This was a pre-wedding gift from my husbands sister and had been such a blessing for us to use.&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/8027222628798248402-254207063505648319?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/254207063505648319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-thriteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/254207063505648319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/254207063505648319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-thriteen.html' title='Day Thriteen'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1j-CbEJFKI/AAAAAAAADio/dOoOOpDqoGA/s72-c/P1010155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-3844492354054675734</id><published>2010-01-20T23:30:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:21:52.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1j7VILQv4I/AAAAAAAADig/xCN1WMBvFZ4/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1j7VILQv4I/AAAAAAAADig/xCN1WMBvFZ4/s320/P1010150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This basket is home to my cookbooks and a few free floating recipes. Since getting married, I have enjoyed trying out recipes that I've never attempted before. I usually do not follow the recipe completely. I do a lot of substituting one food item for another because of taste or nutritional value. It is such a feeling of achievement when my husband comes away from a meal full and happy! He likes to eat and I like to cook him food. Looks like it might be a life of happy meals!&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/8027222628798248402-3844492354054675734?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/3844492354054675734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-twelve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3844492354054675734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3844492354054675734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-twelve.html' title='Day Twelve'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1j7VILQv4I/AAAAAAAADig/xCN1WMBvFZ4/s72-c/P1010150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-8924283138165518127</id><published>2010-01-19T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:39:28.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1aHZj7brWI/AAAAAAAADiY/QD0uk4EuEaw/s1600-h/P1010118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428675274052709730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1aHZj7brWI/AAAAAAAADiY/QD0uk4EuEaw/s320/P1010118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it's time for a new watch. This one has been with me on many many runs and races over the last 5 years. Out of all the digital watches, I have liked this one the most. It doesn't do anything special, like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;garmin&lt;/span&gt; or other high-tech gear, but it has lasted the longest! It still works, but the band has given out and is now held together with duct tape (classy, huh). It is so hard for me to part with something that has been apart of so many workouts, good runs, bad runs, triumphs, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt;. I guess when the screen becomes totally blank I will be forced to part with it. Until then, I am okay with my duct tape watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-8924283138165518127?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/8924283138165518127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/8924283138165518127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/8924283138165518127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-eleven.html' title='Day Eleven'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1aHZj7brWI/AAAAAAAADiY/QD0uk4EuEaw/s72-c/P1010118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-8579106805258258185</id><published>2010-01-18T21:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:41:59.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1UpMgLlIMI/AAAAAAAADiQ/hXFcG-6m7O0/s1600-h/P1010098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428290220638675138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1UpMgLlIMI/AAAAAAAADiQ/hXFcG-6m7O0/s320/P1010098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Note to self- do not eat an orange or drink orange juice before planning to run anytime within 24 hours.  I've made this mistake twice now. The first was juice and today was an orange, but the results were the same. Absolutely horrible heart burn. I do not usually get heart burn, but oranges and running just seem to be the perfect match for creating that problem even if its 4 hours before. The lesson has been learned today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-8579106805258258185?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/8579106805258258185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/8579106805258258185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/8579106805258258185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-ten.html' title='Day Ten'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1UpMgLlIMI/AAAAAAAADiQ/hXFcG-6m7O0/s72-c/P1010098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-5833488428282790580</id><published>2010-01-17T16:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:48:39.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1OSMgSdmcI/AAAAAAAADiI/zBZVQAvJTbI/s1600-h/P1010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427842719435037122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1OSMgSdmcI/AAAAAAAADiI/zBZVQAvJTbI/s320/P1010072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we are Dog sitting. This is Charl E. Bear, better known as Charlie. He's been here for about an hour and pretty much has not left the big patio window. There are some kids out side playing and he is totally into watching them and anyone else who walks by. He gets really excited and I can't quite tell if he likes it or if its overwhelming. Earlier he discovered the large mirror in the dining room... ha ha it was funny to watch him look at himself. It will be an interesting night with him in an unfamiliar place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-5833488428282790580?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/5833488428282790580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5833488428282790580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5833488428282790580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-nine.html' title='Day Nine'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1OSMgSdmcI/AAAAAAAADiI/zBZVQAvJTbI/s72-c/P1010072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-1632954269578160426</id><published>2010-01-16T22:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:14:52.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1KNNhsXunI/AAAAAAAADiA/8Hep9wY4c1U/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427555764457159282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1KNNhsXunI/AAAAAAAADiA/8Hep9wY4c1U/s320/P1010064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waffles!! I love them! When I lived at home my Mom would make them all the time on the weekends and now that I have my own waffle iron I like to make them and then freeze them. So when morning comes and we need a quick breakfast, throw it in the toaster and I've got waffles!! I used to buy frozen waffles but I like making my own because I know what goes into them. Plus Hodgsons Mill has a great whole wheat baking mix. Sometimes I (hear me out first) substitute cows milk for almond milk. Honestly- there is little taste difference. Just ask my husband the picky eater. He's never noticed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-1632954269578160426?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/1632954269578160426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1632954269578160426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1632954269578160426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-eight.html' title='Day Eight'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1KNNhsXunI/AAAAAAAADiA/8Hep9wY4c1U/s72-c/P1010064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-9221665061543885188</id><published>2010-01-15T23:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:08:03.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1FIhKqtcjI/AAAAAAAADh4/sb-9IPCPnDI/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427198760594534962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1FIhKqtcjI/AAAAAAAADh4/sb-9IPCPnDI/s320/P1010055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This evening has been a lay on the couch with a warm blanket kind of evening. After spending the last few days on my feet constantly, I appreciate coming home to my basket of blankets and relaxing for a little while. I seem to have developed a thing for blankets and throws over the last few years. I'll take anything to keep me warm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-9221665061543885188?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/9221665061543885188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/9221665061543885188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/9221665061543885188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-seven.html' title='Day Seven'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1FIhKqtcjI/AAAAAAAADh4/sb-9IPCPnDI/s72-c/P1010055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-1296443045670904018</id><published>2010-01-14T22:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:01:25.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1FGqVVrefI/AAAAAAAADhw/F9gtbPgjtzM/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427196719054682610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1FGqVVrefI/AAAAAAAADhw/F9gtbPgjtzM/s320/P1010046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The faucet that never stops giving... ever. I do not like that this faucet constantly runs. No matter how hard I try to twist the knobs it never completely turns off. Im not a plumber but I have a feeling fixing this is not a simple job and would probably require shutting off the water to our building. I guess thats my excuse for not getting it fixed. On the bright side, at least we know that we have running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-1296443045670904018?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/1296443045670904018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-five_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1296443045670904018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/1296443045670904018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-five_14.html' title='Day Six'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S1FGqVVrefI/AAAAAAAADhw/F9gtbPgjtzM/s72-c/P1010046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-3167169627721033816</id><published>2010-01-13T16:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:59:26.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S05NZhjOVHI/AAAAAAAADho/osaR0kGwdqs/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426359701926204530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S05NZhjOVHI/AAAAAAAADho/osaR0kGwdqs/s320/P1010018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my philodendron and seems to be the only plant that survives around here. Well I guess the mini cactus is still thriving, but it only gets 1 table spoon of water every month if even that. Earlier I was trying to think about what my photo was going to be today and I realized the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tradition&lt;/span&gt; that this silly plant holds for me. I can remember my grandmother having one of these and my mother as well. And now I too own a philodendron whose own roots came from my mothers plant and her roots most likely from my grandmothers. Who knows where my grandmother got her roots from. Very possibly another family member. So the tradition of the philodendron lives on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-3167169627721033816?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/3167169627721033816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-five.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3167169627721033816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/3167169627721033816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-five.html' title='Day Five'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S05NZhjOVHI/AAAAAAAADho/osaR0kGwdqs/s72-c/P1010018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-391768531903244164</id><published>2010-01-12T22:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:15:05.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S01Gupt0zdI/AAAAAAAADhg/W0EqAWQX-JY/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426070893337300434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S01Gupt0zdI/AAAAAAAADhg/W0EqAWQX-JY/s320/P1010004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Say hello to the new Asics GT 2150! I have been running in the asics 2000 series for a long time and probably only another runner would get so excited over the newest version of a running shoe! Thanks to my wonderful husband, he bought these for me as a suprise christmas present. After taking the last couple of years off from competetive training and distance racing, I have once again laced up my shoes, strapped on my digital watch, and headed out the door to train for my first half marathon. Theses shoes are my husbands way of supporting me 100%. He may not like to run millions of miles but atleast everytime I put on the shoes I can remember that it was his unconditional and unselfish love that provided them for me. Maybe thats a little cheesy, but cheese it probably my favorite food. Thanks Kev! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-391768531903244164?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/391768531903244164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-four.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/391768531903244164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/391768531903244164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-four.html' title='Day Four'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S01Gupt0zdI/AAAAAAAADhg/W0EqAWQX-JY/s72-c/P1010004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-5190719976721935826</id><published>2010-01-11T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:55:35.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S0vx2tZAb9I/AAAAAAAADhY/2P9CdnfsY0E/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425696098297606098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S0vx2tZAb9I/AAAAAAAADhY/2P9CdnfsY0E/s320/P1010002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Critical Care Nursing. For the next couple of weeks I will be completing my critical care rotation (which I believe will by far be my favorite).  Today I have spent my time reading several chapters. I actualy like reading this text book. I seem to be able to remember what I read easily and learn more than I realize.  This one will be a keeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-5190719976721935826?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/5190719976721935826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5190719976721935826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/5190719976721935826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S0vx2tZAb9I/AAAAAAAADhY/2P9CdnfsY0E/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-7870463347903339882</id><published>2010-01-10T16:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:25:01.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S0pSY7KQY4I/AAAAAAAADhQ/2gOPScNkrww/s1600-h/P1000994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425239289272230786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S0pSY7KQY4I/AAAAAAAADhQ/2gOPScNkrww/s320/P1000994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Sunday Lunch Club. Almost every sunday we have lunch with a group a friends, someone cooks or we go out. Today was Joe Mamma's brick oven pizza's. This one here is half bacon chicken ranch and half betty white. The pizza's are so good I could eat the crust alone for days. Happy eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-7870463347903339882?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/7870463347903339882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7870463347903339882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7870463347903339882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-2.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S0pSY7KQY4I/AAAAAAAADhQ/2gOPScNkrww/s72-c/P1000994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-7295060292578743702</id><published>2010-01-09T23:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:13:46.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>A picture a day... well, I'm going to try atleast. I might be a little late here, seeing how most of these projects start on the first day of the year. However, I'm doing it my way. I think it will be interesting to see a years worth of photos and will be a different look at my life for myself anyways. So with that said, here is to day 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S0lwgp7_DjI/AAAAAAAADhI/PZD5kitp-po/s1600-h/P1000991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424990932460047922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S0lwgp7_DjI/AAAAAAAADhI/PZD5kitp-po/s320/P1000991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are items that I always have in my pockets at work or clinicals. Although they are all important I think I would go nuts without the chapstick. Hospital air is so dry and my lips take a real hit! I guess now that I think about it, I wouldn't do my job without gloves. They make me fearless to touch just about anything, trusting there are no holes. Ah yes and the ink pen... if its forgotten good luck finding another one! Pens and pencils dissapear quickly. The bandage scissors are brand spanking new (provided by my hubby)... and as you can see, each of these items I just cant seem to do with out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-7295060292578743702?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/7295060292578743702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7295060292578743702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/7295060292578743702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/S0lwgp7_DjI/AAAAAAAADhI/PZD5kitp-po/s72-c/P1000991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-6276282956526934100</id><published>2009-07-31T14:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:32:10.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A revist of my Uganda journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;During the summer of 2008, I had the oppertunity to become part of an ORU missions team that spent a month in Uganda, traveling and ministering to people. Seven strangers were basically put together and became family through all of the events. I tried my best to keep a journal there, writing down details of the trip. A year later, this summer, I decided to open up my journal for the first time and read it. This Blog is basically little parts of this journal. We did lots of church services and other types of ministry. However, this covers more of what was happening between times of ministry. Enjoy friends and thank you again to those who supported me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364707920281410722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SnNFbhgZHKI/AAAAAAAADVA/_CrrG7TFl_I/s320/CIMG0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 13, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We landed in Entebbe. I didn't sleep much last night. Used a mosquito net over our beds for the first time. I was so ready for the day to come. I took a VERY cold shower before we went into Kampala. It was so busy there and crossing the street was terrifying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 14, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't quite process all of the feelings I have inside right now. I am excited to be here in Uganda, but I feel inadequate, almost like I am scared of the people! Everything is unfamiliar. But I know all I have to do is show them love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 15, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's our second day in Masaka. I have lots of new bug bites and two lovely ones on my face. Can't miss them!! I cannot tell that the net and bug spray are working! I awoke this morning to the sounds of cows, chickens, and a crying baby. Life here seems simplier in some ways, but lots of very hard labor. People living and working to survive. Can there ever be a thing as too much organization? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 16, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl named jennifer asked me lots of questions yesterday. She was to know why muzungos (white people) drink so much water. She says she goes 3 or 4 days with out drinking water. I told her it was diet related and a cultural thing. Everytime I look a water all I hear is, "drink 6-8 glasses a day". I feel like people are appearing out of the bushes to come stare at the white people. I am not used to being continuously watched!! I've noticed there are no trash cans here... I cannot throw my trash out the window!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364708587500680722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SnNGCXF3NhI/AAAAAAAADVQ/xCto4fVcMS8/s320/CIMG0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 17, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today we traveled to a village where they are building a church. None of them spoke any english. They gave us lots of cookies and soda for coming to visit them. Pastor Israel told us these people have been waiting a very long time for a team to come visit them. They were so joyful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 18, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're traveling african style. 7 passenger van with 12 people stuffed inside! A man asked me what would I say if a dark african man were to ask me to marry him. I told him someone was waiting for me in america to come home. That was awkward! Uh, Im not sure if that was a proposal or if he was just testing the waters, but I burned that ship!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 20, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a late night serivce last night. I think it went well. We slept in our tents last night and I am sure all the village children stood around our tent screaming all night. It hard for me to be loving and patient right now when all I want is some sleep and there is absolutely no privacy right now. God, I know you sent me here to love these people but I just want to hide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 22, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;village&lt;/span&gt; was watching a Jesus film late at night. The pastor came into the room where we were and said, "Please let me go close this thing down. The children are pooping everywhere". Apparently the village kids were just pooping all over the yard and where people were watching the film. How funny is that?... i wish I could wash my feet. They are so dirty. The rain only moved around the dirt. I am writing in the dark, so I can't see very well to write on the lines. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 23, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two or our team members are sick today. Fevers, vomiting, etc. I've been busy checking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;temperatures&lt;/span&gt;, covering them with damp cloths, and praying really hard! We've all been working together to take care of them. I'm putting my nursing skills to the test. David said he was going to write to the dean of nursing and tell her to give me my diploma now. Tomorrow I get a shower, it has been 7 days. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 25, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;At todays service they wanted us to sing. we sang two songs that I had never herd before, so I was basically making up my own song. At least is was in english and they had no idea. Ha ha. I'm sure it was okay. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 29, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got to email home yesterday. It was like christmas and I was 10 years old again! Although, while we were there Pastor Israels bag was stolen. He tried to chase them down. I'm thankful he wasn't atleast hurt physically by them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 31, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday we went out into the market to talk to people, but a small riot started. The villagers are on edge right now, a young boy was killed a few days ago. We quickly left that area of the market!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 3, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday all the girls got our hair braided. We are getting ready to go a game park. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 4, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot sleep at all. It's just past 4am. My legs are so restless. Maybe its the soda I had? In a few hours we will be heading out for a safari. Hopefully, we will see lots of animals. The gorrillas have moved away from here and up into the mountains in the congo and rwanda. I am really starting to miss home. I miss my own bed! I am always thinking and wondering how things are back home!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364708167686355074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SnNFp7KU-II/AAAAAAAADVI/7mUoT6kXzf0/s320/CIMG0690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 7, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I tried to email home. I wrote a very very long email. It took me about 30 minutes to type it. A few keys were missing from the key board and the space bar would stick. However, during the time I was typing the internet went down and I lost it all. That was very disapointing! But I'll be home soon so I think i will survive! We stayed with a family near the Rwenzori mountains. It was beautiful there. I felt like I was in Ireland, very green and foggy. This family had 14 children. Their home was very nice! I've been hearing things about an outbreak of ebola around here. Praying against that!! Malaria was enough for our team!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-6276282956526934100?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/6276282956526934100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2009/07/revist-of-my-uganda-journal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6276282956526934100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/6276282956526934100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2009/07/revist-of-my-uganda-journal.html' title='A revist of my Uganda journal'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SnNFbhgZHKI/AAAAAAAADVA/_CrrG7TFl_I/s72-c/CIMG0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-8834882230417146143</id><published>2009-07-26T15:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:54:32.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is my second summer here in Oklahoma. This year, the heat has been unbareable for a few weeks. However, lately we seem to have gotten a break! We took advantage of the great weather and headed out for some time by the Arkansas River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Smy37kTlOhI/AAAAAAAADO0/sj7gKh_pha4/s1600-h/P1000594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362863490277390866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Smy37kTlOhI/AAAAAAAADO0/sj7gKh_pha4/s320/P1000594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; I love sunets. These pictures give an idea, but it's always better in person, as many things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Smy30Q0AcgI/AAAAAAAADOs/VLyIzI3_gk0/s1600-h/P1000609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362863364785598978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Smy30Q0AcgI/AAAAAAAADOs/VLyIzI3_gk0/s320/P1000609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-8834882230417146143?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/8834882230417146143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2009/07/oklahoma-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/8834882230417146143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/8834882230417146143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2009/07/oklahoma-summer.html' title='Oklahoma Summer'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Smy37kTlOhI/AAAAAAAADO0/sj7gKh_pha4/s72-c/P1000594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4269634706148582017</id><published>2009-07-14T16:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:10:19.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>First Camp Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358436637218548738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Slz9uzjZrAI/AAAAAAAADN0/twf-SA5fHdQ/s320/Imported+Photos+00000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a few weeks after getting married, Kevin and I put one of our wedding presents to the test. A tent! I am almost positive we picked one of the hottests days to go camping, but it was all part of the adventure! Apart from almost roasting alive inside at night, it is a good little tent. I'm excited to try it again when it gets cooler at night. Anything below 110 degrees will do! Here is a snap shot of our tent along with those of our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358438614311769410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Slz_h4zKFUI/AAAAAAAADN8/RzahTDwnd3E/s320/Imported+Photos+00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kevin was quite thirsty due to the heat and drank a incredibly large amount, including the muddy mouthful of lake water. I guess he shouldn't have pinched my ankles underwater.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4269634706148582017?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4269634706148582017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-camp-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4269634706148582017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4269634706148582017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-camp-out.html' title='First Camp Out'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Slz9uzjZrAI/AAAAAAAADN0/twf-SA5fHdQ/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027222628798248402.post-4989519439442592950</id><published>2009-07-12T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:26:11.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Edition</title><content type='html'>There is a new edition to our little plant family, a venus fly trap. I got this for Kev to replace the one he had a few yars ago. Unfortunately, Savage (r.i.p.) fell prey to the sun and lack of humidity. This lil guy has some mean looking teeth! Hopefully we can keep him alive longer than the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Sl0feonmdhI/AAAAAAAADOE/Jh6MX1WpoBo/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358473742800811538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Sl0feonmdhI/AAAAAAAADOE/Jh6MX1WpoBo/s320/Imported+Photos+00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched this thing devour a little fly. It was almost as terrifying as it was amazing. You can see where one of the 'heads' is closed. Thats because its now going to be digesting that fly for the next 12 days. Maybe now I can stop chasing those irritating flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Sl0gel6LtWI/AAAAAAAADOM/6cwLpFMPu6I/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358474841585071458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Sl0gel6LtWI/AAAAAAAADOM/6cwLpFMPu6I/s320/Imported+Photos+00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027222628798248402-4989519439442592950?l=reflectedexpression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/4989519439442592950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2009/07/newest-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4989519439442592950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027222628798248402/posts/default/4989519439442592950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectedexpression.blogspot.com/2009/07/newest-edition.html' title='Newest Edition'/><author><name>k smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131324110789659406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/SlYcDtebJEI/AAAAAAAACqA/3Ja5ftu2ZjM/S220/060609+Arrival+(237).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0mnErLnYS0/Sl0feonmdhI/AAAAAAAADOE/Jh6MX1WpoBo/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
