<?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-22931054</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:13:19.281-08:00</updated><category term='maria'/><category term='sis'/><title type='text'>on my life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-2747918520120483026</id><published>2007-04-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:48:14.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/Rh6KWlHDprI/AAAAAAAAALM/6uivZtSM8Vo/s1600-h/banner_06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/Rh6KWlHDprI/AAAAAAAAALM/6uivZtSM8Vo/s320/banner_06.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052627952479741618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so. i haven't updated in forever and an age.    some news right now. &lt;br /&gt;lisa has the most stinkest bad headache i've had in a long time.  (mostly due to the fact that i banged my head last night on the wall while on the telephone)&lt;br /&gt;my sister is gone, but she's coming back in like a week. and that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm singing at the parent teacher fellowship tonight. and i'm not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;i really like hoops and yoyo. &lt;br /&gt;life is out of control.!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-2747918520120483026?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/2747918520120483026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=2747918520120483026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/2747918520120483026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/2747918520120483026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2007/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/Rh6KWlHDprI/AAAAAAAAALM/6uivZtSM8Vo/s72-c/banner_06.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-6171004139977919052</id><published>2007-02-02T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T04:06:21.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we were listening to shut the door keep out the devil, when my little sister said.  "i think i know what the devil is, shall i tell you?"  sure.  "like robbers and stuff. . ."   wouldn't that be nice. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me remember when i KNEW that pagans were the neighbors back the road, &lt;br /&gt;o and anybody else who rode motorcycles and any other person that drove them were were evil too, &lt;br /&gt;     *we would hide from them, &lt;br /&gt;     *i dreamt about them, &lt;br /&gt;     *and knew that they were out to get us. &lt;br /&gt;     *they scared me. ! &lt;br /&gt;     *i don't think anybody knows the fear that ran through me when i heard a motorcycle, i still remember that feeling, and it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;     *they were pagans.    &lt;br /&gt;and now when i hear the word pagan, i think back to what i thought it makes me giggle every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o, and when the lady drove to church.  &lt;br /&gt;i knew they were sinners, because the man drives not the lady. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. talk about the blissful innocense of little kids. that and what the people around you think is wrong, out of proportion in your child-like faith. (if you can call it that)   it's precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-6171004139977919052?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/6171004139977919052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=6171004139977919052' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6171004139977919052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6171004139977919052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-4794216439335450206</id><published>2007-01-23T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T05:09:08.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life continues on . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:95%;"&gt;children were born&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;people died&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt; and others barely live so that the rich have a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-4794216439335450206?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/4794216439335450206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=4794216439335450206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/4794216439335450206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/4794216439335450206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-continues-on.html' title='life continues on . . .'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-9036240192702376920</id><published>2007-01-21T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:40:12.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.  life is just plain retarded!  people are confusing. yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-9036240192702376920?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/9036240192702376920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=9036240192702376920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/9036240192702376920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/9036240192702376920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2007/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-6349416582138000052</id><published>2007-01-18T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:48:15.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can’t believe my baby sister is 6.!. seems like just yesterday she turned 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say a word in her behalf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maria makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you solve a problem like Maria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you find a word that means Maria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many a thing she ought to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But how do you make her stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And listen to all you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you keep a wave upon the sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?&lt;/div&gt;(well here just a fraction of the pictures of some of her. . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021530968585733794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RbAPz4stBqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p15F_PrzmWM/s320/miaer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple days ago. . . i was tired. and just wanted to sleep. but maria was in the talking mood. so i kinda listened to her ramble, and trying to look interested, nodded my head at the right times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she asked me why they killed &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; guy. i was trying to figure out what guy was killed. finally it dawned on me. Suddam Hussein. i was shocked. i didn’t even know she knew about him. much less that he was killed. but i guess she does have ears. i wasn’t sure what to say. because i mean for Pete’s sake she is only 5. but i tried to explain to her that He killed a lot of people, he was bad. he was a sinner. and her response was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But why don’t they kill us?”&lt;/span&gt; i was like WOW! girl. such innocence. she has the hugest heart. and i love her for it.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i agree. suddam was a terrible man. but so am i. what right do i have to say it was a good thing to kill suddam? actually when i heard that he was hung. something in me. i don’t know. i just wanted to cry. it was so sad. and to think some people think that it was a good thing. . . makes me even sadder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-6349416582138000052?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/6349416582138000052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=6349416582138000052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6349416582138000052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6349416582138000052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-believe-my-baby-sister-is-6.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RbAPz4stBqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p15F_PrzmWM/s72-c/miaer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-6883727347630030663</id><published>2007-01-14T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T15:34:50.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chorale retreat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wow. this weekend was fun and way out of control. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;stopping while travelling. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;wendys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;walking in the woods, sometimes in the rain and even the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;the haunted old cabin. . .ahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;gate parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;playin wink. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;wink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;wink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;um. you should get off the chair. i winked at you. so you done. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;singing my God is so big(real loudly) on the top of the mountain until a fourwheeler came, then quickly running down the steep muddy mountain in the pitch black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;trying not to scream when people jumped out of nowhere. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;quem and shmeck. . .well that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but that doesn't even cover it. cause it was so crazy. . . that you could never understand unless you were there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-6883727347630030663?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/6883727347630030663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=6883727347630030663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6883727347630030663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6883727347630030663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2007/01/chorale-retreat.html' title='chorale retreat.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-5914663112124627042</id><published>2007-01-08T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:48:16.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RaLRI0bQlYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ufuE5eiI76w/s1600-h/IMG_8888c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017802884286289282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RaLRI0bQlYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ufuE5eiI76w/s320/IMG_8888c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RaLQp0bQlXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/wmfWX_x62cY/s1600-h/IMG_0105c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017802351710344562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RaLQp0bQlXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/wmfWX_x62cY/s320/IMG_0105c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dedicated to my Pop. he loves bamboo. and his birthday was yesterday. . . he is 51. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-5914663112124627042?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/5914663112124627042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=5914663112124627042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/5914663112124627042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/5914663112124627042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2007/01/dedicated-to-my-pop.html' title='my dad.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RaLRI0bQlYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ufuE5eiI76w/s72-c/IMG_8888c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-8639989612125068138</id><published>2007-01-08T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:42:58.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus to the World (Roaring Lambs)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A little girl who is hungry Prays for something she can eat A single mom doing all she can Finds herself out on the street Will we see their need and hear their cries Look at our watch and just walk on by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or will we stop and take the time To be Jesus in their lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to be lambs that roar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to be eagles that soar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to be salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to be light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to be Jesus to the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to take love into the streets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be willing to turn the other cheek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to be strong We need to be weak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to be Jesus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus to the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus came with a message&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That would change the way we live&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He showed us all by example&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What the heart of heaven is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He saw our need and He heard our cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loved us so much that &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He gave His life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He taught us by his sacrifice H&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ow we should live our lives&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;repeat chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to be Jesus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus to the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-8639989612125068138?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/8639989612125068138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=8639989612125068138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/8639989612125068138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/8639989612125068138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2007/01/jesus-to-world-roaring-lambs.html' title='Jesus to the World (Roaring Lambs)'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-7058494479766722256</id><published>2007-01-06T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:10:21.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>one of the worst things to be on the weekend is sick. arrg. i woke up this morning feeling terrrible.  slept a lot of the day away in between my mom making me take pills. and feel slightly better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-7058494479766722256?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/7058494479766722256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=7058494479766722256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/7058494479766722256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/7058494479766722256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2007/01/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-9050172590387786614</id><published>2007-01-01T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:48:18.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitsand pieces of my vacation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vacation was good. slightly stressful at times. but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnRC_t0z8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/TdhyrthLxUY/s1600-h/cdsdsadfsafdsaf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015269509447339970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnRC_t0z8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/TdhyrthLxUY/s320/cdsdsadfsafdsaf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnRIvt0z9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/L4rzm1AuGgQ/s1600-h/IMG_8754ds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015269608231587794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnRIvt0z9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/L4rzm1AuGgQ/s320/IMG_8754ds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; raymond and mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnRR_t0z-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PI5-Pqgru9s/s1600-h/IMG_8781ds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015269767145377762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnRR_t0z-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PI5-Pqgru9s/s320/IMG_8781ds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; believe it or not, but when the parents were playing raber, they were 10x louder than us kids. . . they were completely out of control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnRi_t0z_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/UvNxrTT5jzg/s1600-h/IMG_8800sdfa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015270059203153906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnRi_t0z_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/UvNxrTT5jzg/s320/IMG_8800sdfa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; scrapbooking. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnR1ft00AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e6NNC2CNcig/s1600-h/IMG_8815asdfafsd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015270377030733826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnR1ft00AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e6NNC2CNcig/s320/IMG_8815asdfafsd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; uhh. that's my dad, and my grandma brandishing her cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnSJft00BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DsO6cKMvtFo/s1600-h/IMG_8817vcsdAsdv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015270720628117522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnSJft00BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DsO6cKMvtFo/s320/IMG_8817vcsdAsdv.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ben adding to his already large collection of rubber bands. . . (note: if you are ever lacking something to do at a family gathering. round everybody up and have a rubber band battle. .. it's a blast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnSi_t00CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xiB8rF3LDww/s1600-h/IMG_8826sdfafa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015271158714781730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnSi_t00CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xiB8rF3LDww/s320/IMG_8826sdfafa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shopping with my girl cousins. . . mostly fun. and out of control! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just wanted to let everybody know that this has been the best new years eve party i've had. . . lots of fun. . . and now i wonder why i'm tired. o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnPbvt0z7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/n9Lx-aJg-tM/s1600-h/IMG_8836ds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015267735625846706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnPbvt0z7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/n9Lx-aJg-tM/s320/IMG_8836ds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jodi and anita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnPMft0z5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Wf2hJuYAA54/s1600-h/IMG_8873ds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015267473632841618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnPMft0z5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Wf2hJuYAA54/s320/IMG_8873ds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;although this picture is blurry. . . i love it! it's so funny. in it is pictured a shopping cart. if you can find it. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnPUPt0z6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/eJdQvo1y1FE/s1600-h/IMG_8872ds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015267606776827810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnPUPt0z6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/eJdQvo1y1FE/s320/IMG_8872ds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; um. javan with a mexican hat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to longwood gardens today. so i'm mostly tired. some pictures coming on that alittle later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-9050172590387786614?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/9050172590387786614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=9050172590387786614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/9050172590387786614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/9050172590387786614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2007/01/bitsand-pieces-of-my-vacation.html' title='bitsand pieces of my vacation.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZnRC_t0z8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/TdhyrthLxUY/s72-c/cdsdsadfsafdsaf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-1542665237045183197</id><published>2006-12-26T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:48:19.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; man.  i love my vacation. but i miss her. i miss walking down the halls. laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uncontrollably&lt;/span&gt;. pretending like we have everything under control.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZHZNvBVOKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xn4zDQvsf8M/s1600-h/IMG_5637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013026690223650978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZHZNvBVOKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xn4zDQvsf8M/s320/IMG_5637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013027063885805746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZHZjfBVOLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eQ9AbtzxNYw/s320/IMG_7656.JPG" border="0" /&gt; fun times on yearbook :)&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/22931054-1542665237045183197?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/1542665237045183197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=1542665237045183197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/1542665237045183197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/1542665237045183197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/12/man.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RZHZNvBVOKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xn4zDQvsf8M/s72-c/IMG_5637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-6924218455605926961</id><published>2006-12-26T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T12:17:18.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. christmas vacation. :) blissful sleep. playing games. making bread. just hanging out. &lt;br /&gt;my grandparents got here. so i should go talk to them. they like watching me on the computer. my cousins are coming. . . and that makes me even happier.  we should have some good chats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-6924218455605926961?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/6924218455605926961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=6924218455605926961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6924218455605926961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6924218455605926961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/12/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-304710580101338937</id><published>2006-12-23T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:27:04.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. and i named the snails.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sidney and sadie&lt;/span&gt;. :)  now for the fish. only problem is. . .. they look alike! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-304710580101338937?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/304710580101338937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=304710580101338937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/304710580101338937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/304710580101338937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-5440346739588199709</id><published>2006-12-23T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:48:19.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o my. yesterday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;singing at evergreen estates&lt;br /&gt;school banquet&lt;br /&gt;shopping :)&lt;br /&gt;went to gym night (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;almost nobody was there&lt;/span&gt;) so . ..&lt;br /&gt;went to wal-mart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i bought fish again!&lt;/span&gt;, cause i missed my other fish so much. so now i have and aquarium with 5 little angel fish and 2 snails, and it is so much fun for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RY0wdPBVOEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/--vp7CP-iLo/s1600-h/Large-Angelfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011715239139686466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RY0wdPBVOEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/--vp7CP-iLo/s320/Large-Angelfish.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-5440346739588199709?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/5440346739588199709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=5440346739588199709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/5440346739588199709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/5440346739588199709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RY0wdPBVOEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/--vp7CP-iLo/s72-c/Large-Angelfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-7116663679983092703</id><published>2006-12-21T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:48:20.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;coming up next. . ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;Christmas Vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1200%;"&gt;YipPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have so much to look forward too. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011206113716418546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYthaPBVN_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_1WUyPd9wK4/s320/IMG_7232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011206985594779650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYtiM_BVOAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IR8ilU_5-es/s320/IMG_7233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011207264767653906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYtidPBVOBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OwaOMmV6yqg/s320/IMG_7280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011207707149285410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYti2_BVOCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5txfmMDr3Po/s320/IMG_7298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011208742236403762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYtjzPBVODI/AAAAAAAAAEo/paTpbN_-Exg/s320/IMG_7207.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wearing red, and playing fun games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;of course, don't forget eating good food. and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;watching it snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cause i love watching it snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm gonna miss people. but no schoolwork. i guess i can hole up in a corner, read, paint, write, it'll be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-7116663679983092703?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/7116663679983092703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=7116663679983092703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/7116663679983092703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/7116663679983092703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/12/coming-up-next.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYthaPBVN_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_1WUyPd9wK4/s72-c/IMG_7232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-7242991683159298060</id><published>2006-12-18T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:48:24.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random pic. of youth group.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdO5fBVN3I/AAAAAAAAACA/l6NgaH9yt-o/s1600-h/IMG_8308dfsa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010059859959560050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdO5fBVN3I/AAAAAAAAACA/l6NgaH9yt-o/s200/IMG_8308dfsa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdPNPBVN5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zzcYJdTqnbk/s1600-h/IMG_8408dfs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010060199261976466" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="160" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdPNPBVN5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zzcYJdTqnbk/s200/IMG_8408dfs.JPG" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdO__BVN4I/AAAAAAAAACI/kAZtpBWRfMM/s1600-h/IMG_8437sadf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010059971628709762" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="129" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdO__BVN4I/AAAAAAAAACI/kAZtpBWRfMM/s200/IMG_8437sadf.JPG" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNOPBVNuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1cuHrGqWRXg/s1600-h/IMG_6919dfs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010058017418589922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNOPBVNuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1cuHrGqWRXg/s200/IMG_6919dfs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNvvBVNyI/AAAAAAAAABY/rKE_Lnx-t8Y/s1600-h/IMG_8420sfad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010058592944207650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNvvBVNyI/AAAAAAAAABY/rKE_Lnx-t8Y/s200/IMG_8420sfad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNBfBVNsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NuUUS_Y84T8/s1600-h/dfdsfa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010057798375257794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNBfBVNsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NuUUS_Y84T8/s200/dfdsfa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNcfBVNwI/AAAAAAAAABI/0bF5C0X-pWw/s1600-h/IMG_8305sdfa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010058262231725826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNcfBVNwI/AAAAAAAAABI/0bF5C0X-pWw/s200/IMG_8305sdfa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNlvBVNxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0b5lCgy2hkE/s1600-h/IMG_8382dfsa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010058421145515794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNlvBVNxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0b5lCgy2hkE/s200/IMG_8382dfsa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdM7vBVNrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/JEwwMj-pVE4/s1600-h/IMG_6920dfsaf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010057699591009970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdM7vBVNrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/JEwwMj-pVE4/s200/IMG_6920dfsaf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdOLfBVNzI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZmU1z93X0n4/s1600-h/IMG_8254sdfa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010059069685577522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdOLfBVNzI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZmU1z93X0n4/s200/IMG_8254sdfa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNIvBVNtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nnmymhhwUrE/s1600-h/IMG_6989sda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010057922929309394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdNIvBVNtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nnmymhhwUrE/s200/IMG_6989sda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdOZ_BVN0I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZKHDDt8qxOI/s1600-h/IMG_8311sdfa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010059318793680706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdOZ_BVN0I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZKHDDt8qxOI/s200/IMG_8311sdfa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdOj_BVN1I/AAAAAAAAABw/eVmwMZOBnaw/s1600-h/IMG_8330sdfa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010059490592372562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdOj_BVN1I/AAAAAAAAABw/eVmwMZOBnaw/s200/IMG_8330sdfa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdOvvBVN2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NhTD1QagP2g/s1600-h/IMG_8402sdaf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010059692455835490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdOvvBVN2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NhTD1QagP2g/s200/IMG_8402sdaf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-7242991683159298060?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/7242991683159298060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=7242991683159298060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/7242991683159298060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/7242991683159298060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-pic-of-youth-group.html' title='random pic. of youth group.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdO5fBVN3I/AAAAAAAAACA/l6NgaH9yt-o/s72-c/IMG_8308dfsa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-4219621705425697820</id><published>2006-12-18T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:48:24.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mia and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. so life is slightly busy. i'm supposed to study for tests, study bible memory, and a poem. i keep procrastinating. i worked. and did homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i'm only taking it easy. me and maria took some pics. because we clash so much tonight. it was fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010053941494625938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="291" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdJg_BVNpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2Ep9oc-5G-g/s320/IMG_8479cx.JPG" width="261" border="0" /&gt;that girl makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/22931054-4219621705425697820?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/4219621705425697820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=4219621705425697820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/4219621705425697820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/4219621705425697820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/12/mia-and-me.html' title='mia and me'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNH9ymyIryQ/RYdJg_BVNpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2Ep9oc-5G-g/s72-c/IMG_8479cx.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-6867613229871095509</id><published>2006-12-10T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T19:44:04.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my "brights" are sadly dead!</title><content type='html'>ok. so tonight. i'm trying to think of some brilliant transactions for my accounting project due tomorrow in third period.  but the big problem is.  that my bright lights aren't working properly. (not sure if it's from due to lack of use, or lack of rest).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-6867613229871095509?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/6867613229871095509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=6867613229871095509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6867613229871095509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6867613229871095509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-brights-are-sadly-dead.html' title='my &quot;brights&quot; are sadly dead!'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-5958962718471361860</id><published>2006-11-27T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:12:13.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1646/2799/320/IMG_0117xcv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. so we took family pictures while my brother was home from the mental intitue in which he resides decided that  he was good enough to come home for a while. :)&lt;/div&gt;my family is totally out of control.!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-5958962718471361860?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/5958962718471361860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=5958962718471361860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/5958962718471361860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/5958962718471361860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/11/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-35116989271222505</id><published>2006-11-25T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T04:21:21.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what!? &lt;br /&gt;.  vacation is fun  .  and i can make pumpkin pies  .   i never knew i could actually make yummy things besides bread  .   hanging out with school friends i think is out of control  .  but totally cool. i want to go to a book store  .  and drink coffee  .  i think i'm going to be calm cool and collected. (at least some off the day)  so you might want to come and see me.  ok.  so i'm not that bad. :)  .   o well.  i need to work today  .   i'm working with rosina and anita,  so that makes me happy .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-35116989271222505?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/35116989271222505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=35116989271222505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/35116989271222505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/35116989271222505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-4630960746925611920</id><published>2006-11-21T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:03:37.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>w e l l i h a v e n ' t p o s t e d i n f o r e v e r . ! l i f e i s o k . i g u e s s . i ' m s u r v i v i n g . v a c a t i o n i s c o m i n g u p . t h a t m a k e s m e h a p p y . ! g o i n g t o w o l f r o c k . t h a t s h o u l d b e i n t e r e s t i n g . : ) e l y a m i g h t c o m e o v e r , a n d t h a t m a k e s m e r e a l l y h a p p y . ! w r i t i n g   l i k e   t h i s   m a k e s   m e   h a p p y   t o o .   c a u s e   i t ' s   s o   o d d .   a n y w a y .   i   n e e d   t o   s t u d y   b i b l e   m e m o r y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t o mo r r o w   i   g e t   o f f   o f   s c h o o l   a t   1 .   !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-4630960746925611920?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/4630960746925611920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=4630960746925611920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/4630960746925611920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/4630960746925611920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/11/w-e-l-l-i-h-v-e-n-t-p-o-s-t-e-d-i-n-f-o.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-1717154245618151154</id><published>2006-11-12T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:04:20.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i feel like all i've been doing recently is working, sleeping, and doing homework. - running around like a chicken without a head.  doing lots of things. but not making a difference in anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-1717154245618151154?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/1717154245618151154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=1717154245618151154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/1717154245618151154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/1717154245618151154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-i-feel-like-all-ive-been-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-8854592610453167066</id><published>2006-11-08T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:19:19.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the cruel injustices to the young&lt;br /&gt;kills&lt;br /&gt;it kills all the innocence&lt;br /&gt;that they once had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;to see the defenseless&lt;br /&gt;exposed.&lt;br /&gt;in such distorted conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are their protectors?&lt;br /&gt;where are the ones who&lt;br /&gt;care for them?&lt;br /&gt;somebody to embrace them&lt;br /&gt;and let them cry.&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/22931054-8854592610453167066?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/8854592610453167066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=8854592610453167066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/8854592610453167066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/8854592610453167066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/11/cruel-injustices-to-young-kills-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-7534143663199124179</id><published>2006-11-01T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:22:28.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>living life cautiously</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"The master was furious. 'That's a terrible way to live! It's criminal to live cautiously like that! If you knew I was after the best, why did you do less than the least?" -Matthew 25:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This verse is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; it makes me think.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this man was being &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;careful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;with what he had received from his master.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and look where it got him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;what are we doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;with what God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;has &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;given&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;us.  ?  . &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/22931054-7534143663199124179?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/7534143663199124179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=7534143663199124179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/7534143663199124179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/7534143663199124179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/11/living-life-cautiously.html' title='living life cautiously'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-1068156699033078062</id><published>2006-10-31T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:26:12.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of creativity</title><content type='html'>the most annoying thing in the worlds is when i lack all sense of creativity. and am required to write a poem or do things for yearbook.  some days i just can't think that way.  so why do people require certain designated times to do certain things.? why write a poem when there is no dream behind it?  why design something you have no goal for?  when i have nothing creative in my system. there is no way i can write a poem in a certain meter that makes any sense. is this what school is made to do?&lt;br /&gt;to make me do things i'm practically incapible of?  to make me fry my brains on /&lt;br /&gt;*orbital notation&lt;br /&gt;*and noble gas notation of all kinds of electons?  .&lt;br /&gt;*to figure out how much money i could make if i put $100,000 in bonds with a 5.5% interest rate in 30 years? &lt;br /&gt;*to count the sylables in each line of a poem and decide which sylable gets more emphasis. &lt;br /&gt;*and then copy that style and write a poem. &lt;br /&gt;to know things like/&lt;br /&gt;*the Hund's rule,&lt;br /&gt;*and line emission spectrum. &lt;br /&gt;to see/&lt;br /&gt;*how many emperors were bribed by the cardinals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. ok. school's not that bad.  somedays it just seems impossible.  but i'm doing ok. i'm surviving. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-1068156699033078062?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/1068156699033078062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=1068156699033078062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/1068156699033078062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/1068156699033078062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/10/lack-of-creativity.html' title='lack of creativity'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-4424711531160786005</id><published>2006-10-31T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:13:37.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination.</title><content type='html'>ok.  so today one of the teachers implied that procrastination is sin. . .and i was like woah! wait!  is procrastination a sin? and so we got out of 10-15 minutes talking about this procrastination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*what defines sin?&lt;br /&gt;*when we procrastinate are we doing the best of our ability?&lt;br /&gt;*why would people procrastinate? is it because they aren't good stewards of their time?&lt;br /&gt;*do people actually work better under pressure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. discussions no matter what they are about are better than class.  so i begin to say things i normally wouldn't. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-4424711531160786005?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/4424711531160786005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=4424711531160786005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/4424711531160786005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/4424711531160786005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/10/procrastination.html' title='procrastination.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-2408727278225792103</id><published>2006-10-30T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:58:24.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; while shopping on saturday.  .  . i watched a rainbow form.  it was amazingly beautiful!  it had such brilliant colors.  .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1646/2799/1600/100_3370sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1646/2799/320/100_3370sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1646/2799/320/100_3371sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;man. this crazy guy wouldn't move. so .  i just took the picture.  notice it is a double rainbow. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;i rediscovered my love of eating dove chocolates. . . and i don't think it's gonna be good.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-2408727278225792103?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/2408727278225792103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=2408727278225792103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/2408727278225792103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/2408727278225792103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/10/while-shopping-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-6723823684870461565</id><published>2006-10-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T19:12:28.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>played in a vball tournament/&lt;br /&gt;and we did terrible/&lt;br /&gt;absolutely, positively terrible!&lt;br /&gt;but, it was ok/&lt;br /&gt;i survived/&lt;br /&gt;the pain wasn't completely unbearable/&lt;br /&gt;obviously./&lt;br /&gt;because i'm still here. whatever/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping./&lt;br /&gt;sat in the parking lot/&lt;br /&gt;eating dove chocolates and pringles/&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends!/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and/&lt;br /&gt;tonight. was. a. party!!! /&lt;br /&gt;it was way random/&lt;br /&gt;when do i hang out with a friend/&lt;br /&gt;with my family?/&lt;br /&gt;usually never./&lt;br /&gt;but tonight/&lt;br /&gt;was DIFFERENT!/&lt;br /&gt;it was fun!/&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the floor./&lt;br /&gt;and doing random things./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my word.! i'm so hyper. and in a crazy mood. i feeling like doing something crazy . but i guess i won't. . . i get an extra hour tonight. and plan to make use of it. i prolly should do it sleeping. but i think i'll pass on that. because when i have enough of sleep i don't do random things like i did today. and i think that is sad. if everybody was like me. i think people should often not get enough of sleep. although i do sometimes feel bad for the people around me if i'm in a crazy mood an they aren't but i guess it's their problem, and they should stay up late nights too. o my. i think i'll stop before anything worse happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-6723823684870461565?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/6723823684870461565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=6723823684870461565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6723823684870461565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/6723823684870461565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/10/played-in-vball-tournament-and-we-did.html' title='today'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-9023605615656298013</id><published>2006-10-12T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:49:48.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; sitting on the computer. until i hear the sunset is beautiful. run outside with the camara. snap some pictures. running back inside becasue my feet are freezing!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1646/2799/320/IMG_7539sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;goof around. play with my dog. computer. then walk outside to see the sunset again. And the sky is a brilliant orange. it was beautiful, and i couldn't resist taking more pictures.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1646/2799/320/IMG_7545sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1646/2799/320/IMG_7549sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sunsets are AMAZING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-9023605615656298013?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/9023605615656298013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=9023605615656298013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/9023605615656298013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/9023605615656298013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-fall.html' title='IT&apos;S FALL'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-3707263511082646490</id><published>2006-10-06T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T13:08:43.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sis'/><title type='text'>maria</title><content type='html'>my sis.  it's amazingly funny.&lt;br /&gt;last night i gave her one hand a manicure. . .(kinda, but don't tell her it was fully :)  and she told me.  Lisa, i love you SO much.  and i asked her if she would still love me if i didn't do that.  and she said, "well, i would like you alittle." so i asked her "so, you just like me, for what i give to you."  and she said "well, mostly."  i couldn't help but giggle to myself.  she was so honest. &lt;br /&gt;but then alittle while later, when she was in her own bed, she told me she was scared. and i told her to jump over in my bed. and i caught her smirking.  and i said . "your not even scared, are you."  she smirked again, and said "well, kinda."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-3707263511082646490?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/3707263511082646490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=3707263511082646490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/3707263511082646490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/3707263511082646490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/10/maria.html' title='maria'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-116016529292282147</id><published>2006-10-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T13:08:12.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun ride. :)</title><content type='html'>ride home from school is extremely fun!  we ate cold meatballs, and LOTS of whipped topping.  dwyle ran up to us at at intersection and stuffed 3 meatballs in his mouth at once.  man. it was  a funny ride. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-116016529292282147?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/116016529292282147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=116016529292282147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/116016529292282147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/116016529292282147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/10/fun-ride.html' title='fun ride. :)'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115932857309038556</id><published>2006-09-26T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:42:53.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_1186lsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_1186lsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115932857309038556?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115932857309038556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115932857309038556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115932857309038556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115932857309038556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115923330283259335</id><published>2006-09-25T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T18:15:02.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/000_0174sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/000_0174sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115923330283259335?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115923330283259335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115923330283259335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115923330283259335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115923330283259335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115923304430593655</id><published>2006-09-25T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T18:10:44.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my adorable sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we went and visited a pumpkin patch . . . and i took pictures of her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_6354dsaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_6354dsaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_6349dsafd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_6349dsafd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_6331dfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_6331dfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115923304430593655?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115923304430593655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115923304430593655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115923304430593655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115923304430593655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-adorable-sis.html' title='my adorable sis'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115889433122091166</id><published>2006-09-21T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:05:31.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when you finally &lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; you have everything mostly &lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;figured&lt;/span&gt; out, everything &lt;span style="font-size:140%;"&gt;collapses&lt;/span&gt; and you &lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt; what to think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115889433122091166?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115889433122091166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115889433122091166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115889433122091166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115889433122091166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/09/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115738003420803931</id><published>2006-09-04T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T07:29:10.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a WAY random night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_6020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_6020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jodi and me.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_6021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jodi, lisa, rosina, josi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you notice that Rosina was to embarrassed to sit up on the wall. (note: this way right along 340) it was fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_6065sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_6192sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_6193sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you feel welcome yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_6198sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115738003420803931?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115738003420803931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115738003420803931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115738003420803931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115738003420803931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/09/way-random-night.html' title='a WAY random night!'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115620717446127203</id><published>2006-08-21T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:40:12.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oooh. this was a fun night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remembering some fun times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_2454CROPsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_2459sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;that. was. a. fun. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115620717446127203?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115620717446127203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115620717446127203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115620717446127203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115620717446127203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/08/oooh-this-was-fun-night.html' title='oooh. this was a fun night.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115620615297943573</id><published>2006-08-21T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:22:32.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>community days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_5554crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_5554crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_5562crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_5562crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_5557crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_5557crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_5546crop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_5546crop.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115620615297943573?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115620615297943573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115620615297943573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115620615297943573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115620615297943573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/08/community-days.html' title='community days.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115568979214145957</id><published>2006-08-15T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:59:17.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:150%;"&gt;Insist upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Be original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/22931054-115568979214145957?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115568979214145957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115568979214145957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115568979214145957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115568979214145957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/08/insist-upon-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115560550604737473</id><published>2006-08-14T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:31:46.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>solitary freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_5410.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_5172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; getting ready . . .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_3596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_5202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is where i live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_5220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking up into the balloon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/22931054-115560550604737473?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115560550604737473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115560550604737473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115560550604737473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115560550604737473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/08/solitary-freedom.html' title='solitary freedom'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115538650388792017</id><published>2006-08-12T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T05:41:43.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Life is full of beauty.  Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child and the smiling faces.  Smell the rain, and feel the wind.  Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.”   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Ashley Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a half an hour hot air balloon ride. is. way. to short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115538650388792017?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115538650388792017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115538650388792017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115538650388792017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115538650388792017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-is-full-of-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115505777778478414</id><published>2006-08-08T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:22:57.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Winston Churchill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;man.   i officially do not like sewing.  all i do is mess up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115505777778478414?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115505777778478414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115505777778478414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115505777778478414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115505777778478414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-have-enemies-good.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115497578582948132</id><published>2006-08-07T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:37:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Today you are You, that is truer than true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no one alive who is Youer than You.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Dr. Seuss&lt;/strong&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/22931054-115497578582948132?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115497578582948132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115497578582948132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115497578582948132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115497578582948132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/08/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115489207949578840</id><published>2006-08-06T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:26:27.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been learning things recently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe my friends aren't as "good" as my parents thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after being with them long enough. . .they started burping *shock* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*one of my friends &lt;strong&gt;drinks wine&lt;/strong&gt;. ok. wait. that was supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;drank&lt;/strong&gt; wine. &lt;em&gt;but that's boring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*sneaking though the preachers lawns. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o man. i had a whole list of them . . . but i forgot them already. more to come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just a hint for everybody . . . &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you wash a car in the dark. . . it may not get as clean as you wish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o. and a quote for you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adjust my sails to always reach my destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Jimmy Dean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115489207949578840?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115489207949578840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115489207949578840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115489207949578840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115489207949578840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-learning-things-recently.html' title='i&apos;ve been learning things recently.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115465215773355599</id><published>2006-08-03T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:42:53.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; um. is &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; really &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; youth advisor? and is that a bottle he's drinking from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4340.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4340.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; does she look embarrassed or is it just my imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4156.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4156.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the first distribution. . . jolyn handing some flour (i think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/22931054-115465215773355599?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115465215773355599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115465215773355599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115465215773355599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115465215773355599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/08/um.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115448525461440423</id><published>2006-08-01T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:20:54.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from mexico(again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; adorable little girl. who loved getting her pictures taken. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a lady at one of the distributions that caught my eye. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jolyn playing with a balloon. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kirsten and cristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; somehow this crazy thing got on me. . .eww. it was nasty. but i couldn't help but take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_3932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Norman walking home from church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pablo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115448525461440423?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115448525461440423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115448525461440423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115448525461440423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115448525461440423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-mexicoagain.html' title='from mexico(again)'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115438590602346476</id><published>2006-07-31T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T15:45:06.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun/crazy pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brian and david trying on hats in a store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_3976.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3976.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mandie and javan. with the limes.  (the picture javan was begging for) :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kirsten in her T indian. outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="359" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4421.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;our crazy group.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115438590602346476?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115438590602346476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115438590602346476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115438590602346476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115438590602346476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/funcrazy-pictures.html' title='fun/crazy pictures'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115429985028346610</id><published>2006-07-30T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:50:50.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the other day maria told me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"I barely know who i am."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/22931054-115429985028346610?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115429985028346610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115429985028346610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115429985028346610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115429985028346610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/other-day-maria-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115428309157352885</id><published>2006-07-30T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:13:11.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cousin pictures. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for my RKC. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_4442sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4442sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and matt. . .after our &lt;em&gt;long &lt;/em&gt;walk. (for real it was &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3969.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;eldon &lt;em&gt;ray&lt;/em&gt; and me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;matt and mandie with matt's guacamole. . . (that night was insane)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eldon with a headband. . . i thought it was for his sister, but apparently not.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Judith and David. isn't his hat hot ?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_4521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rather blury picture. . . mandie and me. waiting at the airport in Chicago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115428309157352885?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115428309157352885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115428309157352885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115428309157352885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115428309157352885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/cousin-pictures.html' title='cousin pictures. . .'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115418459260512906</id><published>2006-07-29T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:49:52.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody needs Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_4393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="456" alt="" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_4393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everybody needs Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody in the whole wide world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody needs Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody has a right to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red China has a right to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're needing Jesus down in Mexico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;San Juan, Puerto Rico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zimbabwe and the Ivory Coast &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_4388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody needs Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a right to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charles has a right to know&lt;br /&gt;Moammar and Fidel Castro&lt;br /&gt;Starving people in Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;The rich and famous out in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="461" alt="" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_4247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everybody needs Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Every single person In the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a right to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little children have a right to know&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts need Jesus as their bodies grow&lt;br /&gt;Moms and dads have a need to show&lt;br /&gt;The love of Jesus everywhere they go&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_4126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everybody needs Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a right to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are we doing about it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115418459260512906?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115418459260512906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115418459260512906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115418459260512906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115418459260512906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/everybody-needs-jesus.html' title='everybody needs Jesus'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115409457460497562</id><published>2006-07-28T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:49:34.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>again.  more on mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at the childrens' home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3852.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3857.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;playing duck duck goose (otherwise known as pato pato ganso (i think))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the girls got the biggest kick out of us trying to say it right. we would mess up. they would laugh and laugh. but hey. we all had fun.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3858.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me. raquel. and the "administrator's of the childrens' home" daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;one time i called raquel "raquelita" and she was all smiles. it was so cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the guys working. .. and they actually got work done. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ooh. and here are my two cousins. david and matt. putting in the insulation.  when i wondered what i could do to help.  matt said i could lay down in the insulation. . . yeah right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;back at the motel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this here is a picture of our "perro". for real.  :) we named him perro.  but some people who didn't know spanish. and couldn't roll their &lt;em&gt;r&lt;/em&gt;'s mistakenly called him.  Pedro. he stayed with us for 2 days.  everywhere we went. the dog was always with us.  he even went  to church with us.  when we stood up to sing he came with us.  we did see him after a lady in church chased him out of church "spritzing" water on it. . . he was dearly missed. . . o my this is only getting worse. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115409457460497562?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115409457460497562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115409457460497562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115409457460497562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115409457460497562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/again-more-on-mexico.html' title='again.  more on mexico'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115375025617849748</id><published>2006-07-24T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T12:52:52.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more on mexico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_3661.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3661.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;me and judy (while we wait "patiently" for the bus) &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3675.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;for those of you that don't know me. &lt;strong&gt;this is me and my boyfriend. &lt;/strong&gt;in the form of a cousin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;finally the bus got here. &lt;strong&gt;and we are on the way . . . in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or not. we travelled several hours before the tire blew. the trip into mexico took 12 hours instead of the normal 8 1/2. all i have to say . . . it was a LONG trip.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;our bus. in the middle of hot mexico. . . &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the guys making use of the time off the bus by hacky sacking. . . (however you spell that) notice Norman actually was helping. :)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;joanne. gloria. and mandie. soaking up the sun. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at the childrens' home&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Norman communicating with the boys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115375025617849748?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115375025617849748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115375025617849748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115375025617849748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115375025617849748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-on-mexico.html' title='more on mexico.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115361127963175281</id><published>2006-07-22T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:34:39.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rats</title><content type='html'>o man.   so i was al ready to show all my pictures from mexico. . . but. the computer refuses to upload my pictures. so, i'll be posting more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115361127963175281?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115361127963175281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115361127963175281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115361127963175281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115361127963175281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/rats.html' title='rats'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115361093716341659</id><published>2006-07-22T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:34:54.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures from mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok so i'm finally getting some of my pictures posted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the airport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to get our boarding passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3510.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;eldon and mandie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3553.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;me and matt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at Kmart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we went to Kmart to buy water. . . lots of water to take down to Mexico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;stephanie &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;waiting for the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the moon over the hotel in texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;playing &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;game (sudoku)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nate showing off his money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115361093716341659?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115361093716341659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115361093716341659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115361093716341659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115361093716341659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-from-mexico.html' title='pictures from mexico'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115352354237468392</id><published>2006-07-21T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:12:22.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aww. shucks.</title><content type='html'>ok so i got back from mexico last night at like 2. and we were supposed to be back at 7. . . tons of delays. . . &lt;br /&gt;anyway so  today i had to go see carson again. .  . you know just a follow-up visit.  and low and behold. . . my hand is actually broken. . . so here i sit with my hand in a cast.  and the thing is hot. and gets in the way it seems determined to hit the space bar every  time i try to type. . . he said  that the bone i broke takes lots of time to heal due to the lack of blood vessels or something.  so i'm gonna be in a cast for atleast 6 weeks.  and if it doesn't shows signs of healing. .. then they are gonna put a screw in.  :P  no jarring it around./  or doing anything that might jar it.  because to would harm the healing process.  so i guess that takes out volleyball for a while. :OP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115352354237468392?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115352354237468392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115352354237468392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115352354237468392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115352354237468392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/aww-shucks.html' title='aww. shucks.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115267084250669835</id><published>2006-07-11T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:21:28.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my baptism class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_0878cut..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_0878cut..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehehe. i was looking at my old pictures. and i came across this one. i thought it was funny. these boys were so little. and they were so cute in there suit coats. and i rarely even get to see them in suit coats anymore. who can blame them? it's hot! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115267084250669835?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115267084250669835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115267084250669835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115267084250669835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115267084250669835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-baptism-class.html' title='my baptism class.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115228535501140510</id><published>2006-07-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:15:55.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so happy.</title><content type='html'>so i went to see doctor carson yesterday.  took some xrays.  no broken bones.  :)  yippee! he said i just jammed it really bad.  told me to take 800 miligrams of motrin 3-4 times a day.  put ice on it.  no lifting anything for 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my hand kills.  but i'm a big girl now.  i got dressed all by myself. :)  made me happy.   i can move my fingers without pain. . . but my wrist is all swollen. . . and hurts.  but the motrin helps.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got to get to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115228535501140510?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115228535501140510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115228535501140510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115228535501140510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115228535501140510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-happy.html' title='i&apos;m so happy.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115219493335574778</id><published>2006-07-06T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:13:34.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrating</title><content type='html'>not typing with two hands. not being able to comb my own hair. not even being able to dress myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran into a rock on the four wheeler last night. right away i thought i broke my wrist. pain was shooting up and down my body. then i controlled myself, and drove the four wheeler back with one hand. i then thought that i only sprained it. i was grumpy all evening. so stupid. i wasn't even going more than 7 mph. and i killed my wrist. i wasn't very socialable for the rest of the evening. anyway. so now this morning my mom called the doctor. i have an appointement at 11:45. and that is a long time to wait. anyway. i'm practically possitive that i broke it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frustrating thing is. if i wouldn't have Osteogenesis Imperfecta - (OI) i mostm likely would barely have a sprain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI is "commonly known as the "brittle bone" disorder-- is a genetic disorder characterized by bones that break easily, often from little or no apparent cause. A person with OI may break a rib while coughing, or a leg by rolling over in their sleep. OI has been documented in all ethnic groups, and affects a person throughout their lifetime." -&lt;a href="http://www.oif.org/site/PageServer"&gt;http://www.oif.org/site/PageServer&lt;/a&gt; and in case you wondered. OI is extremely ANNOYING and FRUSTRATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the next ? is. what color will the cast be? :) i don't know. let's see what my mood is when i get to the doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115219493335574778?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115219493335574778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115219493335574778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115219493335574778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115219493335574778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/07/frustrating.html' title='frustrating'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115163660640685491</id><published>2006-06-29T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:05:52.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why aren't we reaching?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;song i'm listening to right now. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's crowded in worship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;todayAs she slips in trying to fade into the faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The girls teasing laughter is carrying farther than they know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Farther than they know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if we are the body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why aren't His arms reaching?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why aren't His hands healing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why aren't His words teaching?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if we are the body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why aren't His feet going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is His love not showing them there is a way?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A traveler is far away from home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He sheds his coat and quietly sinks into the back rowT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he weight of their judgmental glances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tells him that his chances are better out on the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jesus paid much too high a price&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For us to pick and choose who should come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we are the body of Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jesus is the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115163660640685491?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115163660640685491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115163660640685491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115163660640685491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115163660640685491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-arent-we-reaching.html' title='why aren&apos;t we reaching?'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115158451135789790</id><published>2006-06-29T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T05:35:52.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my designing skills. . .?</title><content type='html'>man. i need to not think i'm smart. i worked on a blog template last night. and it actually almost looks nice. it's still off center. no profile. . . writing isn't where i wanted it. but hey . it actually kind of resembles what it is supposed to be. :) it made me happy. anyway. you can check it out if you want. &lt;a href="http://www.zajona.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.zajona.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; if you have any tips of what i can do better... e-mail me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115158451135789790?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115158451135789790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115158451135789790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115158451135789790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115158451135789790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-designing-skills.html' title='my designing skills. . .?'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115154697389854067</id><published>2006-06-28T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:09:33.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there will be a new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sang a song tonight. . . i don't remember all the words but here is the beginning of the song.  i couldn't sing this song without a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there will be a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there will be a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there will be a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;change is coming, be strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we won't have to wait long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there will be a new day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115154697389854067?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115154697389854067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115154697389854067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115154697389854067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115154697389854067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-will-be-new-day.html' title='there will be a new day'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115146743477539770</id><published>2006-06-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:03:54.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_3042sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3042sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caleb. his hair. was fun tonight.   i have many worse pictures.  but the threat that he &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; find worse pictures of me. . . o well who cares.   he doesn't have anywhere to post them . .. ok i'll be nice.  and go to bed before i do anything that i'll be sorry for the rest of my life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115146743477539770?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115146743477539770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115146743477539770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115146743477539770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115146743477539770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/hair.html' title='hair'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115146718235974249</id><published>2006-06-27T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:59:42.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introductions of gold and fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i'm finally getting around to introducing my dear little fish friends. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had 3 fan-tailed goldfish. while i was on vacation last week one of my dear friends past on. i could not make it back in time for the flushing. so my dear hyphen was flushed without a ceremony. :( still surviving are gold and fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_3011small.0.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;i must admit Gold does look a bit surprised to be a fish star. . . but hey. she is pretty cute not? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the the fish were named by anita king.   1. Gold (Maria likes to call her Goldie) 2. our dearly departed Hyphen (actually Merlin named Hyphen, maybe that's why he didn't make it) 3. Fish &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115146718235974249?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115146718235974249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115146718235974249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115146718235974249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115146718235974249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/introductions-of-gold-and-fish.html' title='introductions of gold and fish'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115146215419111316</id><published>2006-06-27T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:35:54.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm smart.</title><content type='html'>i was trying to figure out how have music on my site. . . just for fun.  and i figured it out.!  on my own!  yippee!  anyway. . . is my sister singing Jesus love me.  with some giggles.   she thought she was SO smart.  so i  guess that makes 2 of us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115146215419111316?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115146215419111316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115146215419111316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115146215419111316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115146215419111316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-im-smart.html' title='i think i&apos;m smart.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115146039180270356</id><published>2006-06-27T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:06:31.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zapped. hair. music.</title><content type='html'>alright today.  was crazy.  i had fun.  worked. took pictures.  ate.&lt;br /&gt;this evening my dad bought some bug zapper thing.  and i thought that to zap a bug you had to be holding in the button.  so i touched the wires (without holding the button)  AAAAHHH!  i got ZAPPED!  you should have seen my jump around and hear me yell ( the the other hand maybe i'm glad you didn't)&lt;br /&gt;then when caleb was playing the computer.  i played with his hair.  in case you didn't know caleb has awesome hair.  it was hysterically funny!  i did almost anything imaginable to his hair.  ! i might have to post some pictures. . . .&lt;br /&gt;maria was bouncing a ball with dad in the kitchen.  she bounced them high . and would giggle like crazy.  she has the most infectious giggle. . . she had me in stitches. &lt;br /&gt;then we got a mic . and hooked it up to the computer.  sang/talked to it. replayed it.  spead it up.  slowed it down it was uncontrollably hilarious.  we sounded like the woodchucks.  &lt;br /&gt;tonight was random. tonight was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115146039180270356?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115146039180270356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115146039180270356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115146039180270356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115146039180270356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/zapped-hair-music.html' title='zapped. hair. music.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115136987863506701</id><published>2006-06-26T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:57:58.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain. rain. rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we needed the rain. and we have it. we've got lots of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_2984cropped..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is a scarecrow that my grandpa made to scare off the fish birds.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he just looked lonely, cold, and sad. . . and i took a picture of him. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_2978small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115136987863506701?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115136987863506701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115136987863506701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115136987863506701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115136987863506701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/rain-rain-rain.html' title='rain. rain. rain.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115134089373106159</id><published>2006-06-26T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T09:57:05.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful in His sight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know what annoys me? when i have something important to say. (well at least i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; it is important) and nobody listens! o well. i guess that is what happens when you talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. here is something . . .&lt;br /&gt;the desire that God places in us. are to make us draw closer to God. the desire to know that someone thinks your attractive was placed in each of us by God. but it is what we do with it that counts. here is a verse i heard recently and i like alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psalm 45:10,11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now listen, daughter, don't miss a word: forget your country, put your home behind you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be here—the king is wild for you. Since he's your lord, adore him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are God's creation, yet He desires a relationship with each of us. the greatest that we can do on our own is as "filthy rags" in His sight. But yet, He loves us, desires us. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; is beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make use of the desire that God placed in you---&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; grow CLOSER to GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115134089373106159?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115134089373106159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115134089373106159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115134089373106159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115134089373106159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/beautiful-in-his-sight.html' title='beautiful in His sight.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115110686696515759</id><published>2006-06-23T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:54:27.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my week</title><content type='html'>ok. so. some pictures of my week.&lt;br /&gt;we left around 10:30 monday morning. got to Faith Mission Home FMH around 4. picked up Lamar. then went up the mountain. . . to the cabin. didn't do much monday. me, caleb, lamar, lena, and maria went down to FMH after supper. the 3 oldest played volleyball. when we came back , eugene, rosie , and their two boys were there. we had snack . ..didn't do much more. .. .&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, was lamar's day off. we went to monticello. that's Thomas Jefferson's home. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_2666s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_2666s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. but the groups were HUGE. you could scarcely all fit in the room. the house was nice. the floor gardens could have used some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked down to the gravesite of Thomas Jefferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_2372s.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and here is a tree on the monticello plantation. . . . proof that uh, well, a smaller tree can wrap around a larger tree. . . . :) ok. never mind me. .. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_2373s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lamar's house parents from FMH brought supper up for us. after supper. lamar, caleb and me walked up to Skyline Dr.   and we got to scare this poor dear.  wait.  deer. into the woods.  then we coaxed it back out with some crazy noises.  i got within 10 yards.  &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/200/IMG_2781s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was like a 2 mile hike uphile. so i was more than happy when i saw this sign. . . &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/200/IMG_2797s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but the view was well worth it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/400/overview%20small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this picture does it absolutely NO justice. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright .  blogger isn't uploading my pictures right.  so i might get some pictures later.  . . .  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm gonna go with rosina tonight.  and i'm excited. . .  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115110686696515759?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115110686696515759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115110686696515759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115110686696515759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115110686696515759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-week.html' title='my week'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115107864540029965</id><published>2006-06-23T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:05:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lift Me Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an old song by Rachel Lampa. . ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Climbing on a cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dancing on a day dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't have a doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just how good this life can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Running in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singing in the sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Telling all the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why I'm so in love with life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You lift me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm touching the blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting closer to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In every little thing I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Headed for the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Riding on a moon beam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking me so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arther than I've ever been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm touching the blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting closer to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In every little thing I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You lift me up&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/22931054-115107864540029965?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115107864540029965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115107864540029965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115107864540029965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115107864540029965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-lift-me-up.html' title='You Lift Me Up.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115107829601467398</id><published>2006-06-23T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T08:58:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>i'm back. . . my family was visiting Lamar down by Faith Mission Home.  it is SO beautiful down in Virginia.  when i came back home.  i just wanted to go back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is really busy. (but why do i have time to be the computer?) :)  bible school this week. . . wait.  that didn't really apply to me. because i wasn't here. . . i'm supposed to be working. . . .:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you wondered.  i think it's fun running across fields in the dark. hoping you don't trip.  crawling around in bushes.  breaking into people's houses.  knocking on doors then running away.  it's a party.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115107829601467398?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115107829601467398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115107829601467398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115107829601467398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115107829601467398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115042740750392123</id><published>2006-06-15T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:10:07.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Song</title><content type='html'>a poem i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A New Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today i feel like i have no song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as much as i long . . . i cannot sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to be happy, but i can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to lean-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lean on the arms of God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cry until i no longer can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i give up my will. i cry "GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've taken all i can. God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me.  me and my foolish heart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried so hard.  thought i was smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;help me God! I need a new song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me your song. Teach me to sing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR SONG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115042740750392123?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115042740750392123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115042740750392123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115042740750392123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115042740750392123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-song.html' title='A New Song'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115016784335017096</id><published>2006-06-12T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:04:03.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is . . . well . . . life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;worked today.  it would have been boring.  but suprise!  :) guess who i was working with!  ROSINA!  good thing potpourri needed to be bagged, because then we had the excuse to sit and talk to each other. . . :) got home from work.  ate.  got ready for church.  went to church. came home from church.  talk to my parents, aunt, and uncle. sent them to bed. :) now i got the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyway. Chester Weaver from Texas. is sharing 4 sessions on the antibapists.  who are the antibaptists?  because i have antibaptists in my heritage. . .does that make me a antibapist?  why are antibaptist different from "other &lt;em&gt;christians&lt;/em&gt;" right now i have lots of questions. . . can i honestly say i'm an anitbaptist?  ?  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, if i ever want to get a tourist in a twist when they ask me "are you amish?"  or "are you amish or mennonite."  i could say.  "neither, i'm Swiss Brethren"    ?   ?  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a quote for today. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”  -Elisabeth Kubler-Ross&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115016784335017096?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115016784335017096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115016784335017096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115016784335017096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115016784335017096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-is-well-life.html' title='life is . . . well . . . life'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-115006318692062848</id><published>2006-06-11T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T14:59:47.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>lately (this past week)  i feel like i've done almost nothing.  i'm not saying i didn't &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; anything.  just landscaped,  mowed, worked at the shop, cleaned house, babysat.  believe it or not.  i did absolutely nothing with the YG.  i didn't do anything with any people my age. . .(except for family)  so today.  i wanted to do something. badly. so dasha, cynthia, josi, and me went to wolf rock.  we got into some good  talks (discussions?) :).     i really enjoyed the afternoon. walking the creek, going through the woods. . . talking . . .talking. . . talking.   hope you get the point. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my quote for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there."&lt;/strong&gt; –Lewis Carroll&lt;a href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotes/lewis_carroll/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-115006318692062848?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/115006318692062848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=115006318692062848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115006318692062848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/115006318692062848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114990489264275143</id><published>2006-06-09T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:05:27.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting new people</title><content type='html'>ok. so i met a some new people last week. . . alright they aren't exactly new people. . . but they are new to me. =D anyway the name is alyssa. she's from texas. and i only got to be with her for alittle bit. but somehow we really hit it off. we met at our garage sale. she bought some of my dresses. we chatted for a while. i got her e-mail address. cell number. we got in contact a couple of times. she came with me to bible study. she's such a blessing.! she never stops amazing me! i love the way she is open to hearing what i think. . . and not afraid to say what she believes. i could talk to her for hours. she makes me think. thinking is good. sad thing though. she is gonna go home tomorrow. and i won't see her. but hopefully, in her search for colleges; she will return. o. another thing. her friends are coming up sometime next week. so i might get to meet them. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok alyssa. i know your gonna read this sometime. . . so will you introduce yourself? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. that seems so random. seems my mind doesn't function correctly anymore. my thoughts get so scattered. . . what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o. and let's not forget my quote for today. . . my own original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hey! you got a voice? why not talk to yourself?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me justifying the fact that i talk to myself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114990489264275143?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114990489264275143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114990489264275143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114990489264275143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114990489264275143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/meeting-new-people.html' title='meeting new people'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114990249965353242</id><published>2006-06-09T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T18:21:39.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sis.</title><content type='html'>ok.  so my sister told me this evening "i hate sleeping with you."  wait!  so how’s that supposed to make me feel? so i asked her why.  "o i don't know,  i just wish i would like sleeping with you."  sometimes my sister says some bizarre things.  but you know. . . i still love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we were cleaning up the yard. and she told me. "Sometimes i feel SO strong, i think i can beat up Benji."   and i was like . "could you beat up Benji?"  her eyes got big, and she emphatically informed me that she couldn't.  i couldn't help but smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114990249965353242?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114990249965353242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114990249965353242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114990249965353242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114990249965353242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-sis.html' title='my sis.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114853311898654653</id><published>2006-05-24T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:58:38.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb's Grad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;man i remember when i graduated from grade school. i thought i was so big and mature and had it all together. but now the kids that graduated tonight are just my little brother's friends. it seems SO strange.they keep getting smaller every year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_2013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;i love my brother! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_2010sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is my very much needed running coach =D (in disguise as my cousin) and my dear brother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114853311898654653?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114853311898654653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114853311898654653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114853311898654653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114853311898654653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/05/calebs-grad.html' title='Caleb&apos;s Grad'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114853195829518860</id><published>2006-05-24T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:40:56.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;so much has happened! actually it wasn't that much. but several things that were fun all in a week. (and that is pretty amazing for me) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_1717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;*did school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;*went to Track-n-Field at my siblings school. watched my brother run and jump. that boy is amazing! he doesn't even practice, and he is fast! and can jump high! he got first place in high jump 5'5".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;*packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;*left to go camping (with the church)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;*hung out camping. Lots of fun! (more details prolly later.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;we were camping the weekend. got home around 2:30 and slept. went to the party sunday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;monday was a normal school day. tuesday another normal school day. in the evening i went running/walking 1 mile. and then biking 4 miles with my cousin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;wednesday (today) did school. biked over to my sibling's school. hung out with becca. then biked back home. ate supper. got ready for Caleb's grad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114853195829518860?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114853195829518860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114853195829518860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114853195829518860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114853195829518860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/05/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114787073659383562</id><published>2006-05-17T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T06:04:14.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mia and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mom got a new lense. . . so she wanted to try it out. and me and maria were the ones who got our pictures taken. man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_1365small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we were being CRAZY. but hey! it was fun! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_1396small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't know what possessed us. . . because it was chilly, and raining a little bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maria was " freezin' " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_1349small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_1456small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;um. don't try to walk the railroad tracks with barefeet. . . expecially if your trying to save your sister's tender feet. i got off of there with SORE feet!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_1522small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is our nice "new" wall around the church graveyard. . .the men of the church just recently took the plaster off. . . and i think it's cool. . . and since we were close by, we took a picture. it seemed kinda weird to take pictures right by a graveyard. . . but i'm still ok.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and here is a gate i&lt;em&gt;nto&lt;/em&gt; the grave yard. . .this picture was taken by my 5 year old sister. . . ain't she good?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114787073659383562?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114787073659383562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114787073659383562' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114787073659383562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114787073659383562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/05/mia-and-me.html' title='mia and me'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114713466728790909</id><published>2006-05-08T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:31:07.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS WRONG?</title><content type='html'>wow.  my dog had me scared there for quite a while! i was talking to my mom when  my sister comes in and says that Kesha is going crazy.  so i went outside.  here Kesha was for real going crazy! she looked like she was in pain, and something was wrong with her mouth. and she would move her mouth really weird, and we'd hear a cracking noise..  i had NO idea what was wrong with her.  she was so crazy that she would walk around on her back legs (something she never does w/o food) with her paws to her mouth. . . i wasn't sure what to do.  i was scared.  cause i love my dog!  i got her kind of settled down and looked in her mouth. . .  she was bleeding behind her top, front teeth.  i was trying to figure out why her mouth was bleeding.  my dad warned me to be careful because she is in pain and might bite.  we got her some milk. . . she didn't drink it fast, mostly just put her mouth in the milk to make it feel better.  finally dad got some gloves on (so &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; she would bite it wouldn't hurt). and we were looking at her mouth, all we could see was a little bit of blood on the roof of her mouth behind her teeth.  then she rolled over in her back.  and it was then when my dad saw a 2 1/2 inch stick wedged between her teeth back pretty far in her mouth. when he got it pulled out, i felt her relax. and she was ready to go play again.  i'm SO thankful that she is OK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114713466728790909?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114713466728790909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114713466728790909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114713466728790909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114713466728790909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-wrong.html' title='WHAT IS WRONG?'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114559183343285591</id><published>2006-04-20T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:57:13.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;life...you know, it just seems SO CRAZY at times!&lt;br /&gt;there is so much struggle, pain and sorrow! but, the cool thing is - it's ALL going to work together for good! we can wish all we want for sunshine, happiness, joy, gladness, peacefulness, you fill in the blank. . . but if we think that it's never gonna happen, our doubt ruins it! life isn't all  roses and sunshine, we get discouraged and downtrodden, but those are the times when you can actually grow! if it wasn’t for suffering, why would the thought of heaven be so wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;am I making any sense?  I’m rambling, it’s late and I’m tired, why wouldn’t I just go to bed?  my brain is mumble jumble and it’s hard to say anything right. . . ah well I guess I’ll be off...&lt;br /&gt;OH! before I go, I’ve got to tell you all that I had a WONDERFUL evening tonight! me and Anita “kidnapped” rosina and hung out. :D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114559183343285591?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114559183343285591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114559183343285591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114559183343285591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114559183343285591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-life.html' title='just life'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114442391876771088</id><published>2006-04-07T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T08:35:06.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News alert! News alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_0189.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;News alert! News alert!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was my 17th birthday! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know the older you get the less exciting it is to have a birthday...it’s just another year gone by...but it was a good birthday...&lt;br /&gt;the night before my birthday me and rosina hung out. :) have good memories of the morning with her :))))) (very cheesy...) got home around 10:30...did some school work...sewed my dress. Then went to El Rodeo with Mark Fishers. (because me and Leanne share the same birthday). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_0178.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/1600/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is Leanne and me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_0182.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;me and mom :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and Lena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_0189.1.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had very, very yummy food!!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is my darling sister! with her french fries (what a spanish food!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and when we ordered dessert, I was SO proud of myself becausee I actually said “sopapilla” right!!! (thanks to my wonderful Spanish teacher Senior Lapiz :) then I heard some drumming coming our way...and Anita said that they were coming to sing happy birthday; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are the people that sang happy birthday for me! *blush*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they they placed these HUGE sombrellos on our heads! And since I wear a covering...you can imagine how it fit! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and my hat :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was embarrassed enough that these people I had NO IDEA who they were singing for me, then my “hat” fell off! *major blush* and the guys were laughing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anita kept saying that I need to take a picture with the chicos! And I know they heard... why can’t she keep her mouth shut? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/107/1762/320/IMG_0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i did take a picture with a chica then...which just so happened to be my waitress...(ahh, what happened to my hair?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...it was all good. :) we went to javan’s house afterward...we played alittle bit of dutch blitz, (javan was to scared to play, he knew me and will could "smutz" him!)&lt;br /&gt;Another day has past, and I am now living in my 18th year! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114442391876771088?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114442391876771088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114442391876771088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114442391876771088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114442391876771088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/04/news-alert-news-alert.html' title='News alert! News alert!'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114410683301227352</id><published>2006-04-03T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:27:40.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;well, i've been pretty busy lately...last week my mom and baby sister went out to washington co. from monday-thursday...o, to be back out there again...i like my friends here, but i really miss those from washington co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i don't really feel like i've got that much accomplished around here lately...i need to get something done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114410683301227352?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114410683301227352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114410683301227352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114410683301227352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114410683301227352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/04/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114294573758634882</id><published>2006-03-21T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T04:55:37.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my night. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last night I felt rather ambitious, and from 8-9 I did school work. Then sat on the computer for the rest of the evening. Before I went to bed, I put Kesha in her pen (because I decided that she stank to bad to sleep with me, I know I know it was my fault I didn’t give her a bath. But hey, I didn’t feel like it) I went up stairs, and soon I hear something in the hall. It was Kesha! I knew she could jump out of her pen, but she had never done it without being called, so I figured I’d be ok...but what do you know, she wanted to sleep in MY bed! Alright, alright, you can sleep in my room; but I was not gonna let her sleep in my bed! I pulled out my pull-out couch, and I made her sleep on there. Every move she made, I could feel here moving! I was lying in bed thinking, "Why am I letting my dog keep me awake? " But she was so much fun to watch, she would lay down like she was sleeping for a while, then stand up and come to my bed, and I could tell she wanted to jump on...she lay back down on the couch, and this was repeated more than once. Finally, she jumped up on my bed, and just lay at the edge of the bed at my feet. And as soon as I moved she jumped like crazy. (try to tell me she didn’t know she wasn’t doing what she was supposed to do!) I still didn’t say anything, cause I wanted to see what she would do. Then she moved up right beside my face...and I told her on no uncertain terms, that she is supposed to lick me! (She didn’t!) Then she again retreated to the bottom of the bed. (Much to my relieve!) I think she’s gonna get a bath TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would let my dog, do things I told her not to. But she was so cute! I don’t know what’s gonna happen to my kids&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114294573758634882?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114294573758634882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114294573758634882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114294573758634882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114294573758634882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-night.html' title='my night. . .'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114290300265841349</id><published>2006-03-20T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:03:22.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mennomeet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;well last night was the meeting for the mennodiscuss people. i didn't think that there was that many people here (that's prolly because i knew most all of them before) we had a good evening, getting to meet those that we kind of knew before.  i have lots of good memories, and i doubt i'll forget them for quite a while. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114290300265841349?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114290300265841349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114290300265841349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114290300265841349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114290300265841349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/03/mennomeet.html' title='mennomeet'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114255540388020790</id><published>2006-03-16T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:30:03.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good day</title><content type='html'>well today was a good day...finally! &lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling ALOT better than i have for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i've been sick for like forever!&lt;br /&gt;i'm still a bit under the weather, but hey at least i feel better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114255540388020790?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114255540388020790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114255540388020790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114255540388020790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114255540388020790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-day.html' title='good day'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114135438026783727</id><published>2006-03-02T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:53:00.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>panera bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woohoo! tonight was lots of fun. mom, dad, and maria went to visit lamar at faith mission. so anita, me, caleb, and lena went out to eat at panera bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_7939li.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_7939li.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_7938li.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_7938li.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went shopping alittle bit after supper.  rack room shoe store has 50% off of everything...and i found some vans my size. (they know how to make me happy!) i can't wait to wear them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114135438026783727?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114135438026783727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114135438026783727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114135438026783727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114135438026783727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/03/panera-bread.html' title='panera bread'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114117813784138384</id><published>2006-02-28T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:59:49.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new past time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this evening while hanging out on the couch with Kesha, i 'invented' a new amusing past time for me, whenever we laugh, Kesha wiggles her tail faster...and so, when i need somthing to do, and need to cheered up; all i need to do is fake laugh, and her tail wiggles, then...i laugh for real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_9074lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_9074lisa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its really great having a dog...she brightens my day alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114117813784138384?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114117813784138384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114117813784138384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114117813784138384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114117813784138384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-past-time.html' title='new past time...'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114117051595997513</id><published>2006-02-28T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:48:35.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>park city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to park city yesterday after school with some of my friends.  we even ate Chinese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_9076l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_9076l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  had lots of fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm already missing vanesa...she just left this morning. but life is still good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you should see my dad,  he looks chinese, he got some face wash too close to his eyes, and his eyes are WAY swollen... it looks  hilarious. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114117051595997513?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114117051595997513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114117051595997513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114117051595997513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114117051595997513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/02/park-city.html' title='park city'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114106237537075616</id><published>2006-02-27T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:47:42.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair today...gone tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;well, last saturday night, i finally gave my dog her much needed haircut...she absolutely hates loud noises, so when we got the sweeper out, she wanted to go outside right away, we attached the flowbee, and called her over, she was a bit hesitant, but she came over anyway, we had to hold her pretty tight, because of all her excape plans.&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_9030lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;me and kesha before the haircut. she had like 4 inches of hair! (you can imagine how long it took to give her a bath!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_9049lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;since kesha was so resistant to getting her hair cut, she got the entire family involved...my dad thought he was pretty good at cutting her hair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_9054lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hardest part while cutting her hair, was her stomach, how do you hold a 35lbs dog that refuses to go upside down good enough to cut her hair? i ended up lying on the floor and holding her, and my 'wonderful' sister thought it was a wonderful time for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_9064lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is kesha finished after her "first haircut" and if you look close enough, you can see places where we missed some of her hair. she now has around and 1.5 inch of hair on her body (except the skippers) and on her head, is still the same length as it always has been.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;aww. she is SO cute!  she looks like an overstuffed teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, this haircut will make so that it doesn't take so long to take a bath :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;if you want to hear LaKesha's side of the story check out&lt;br /&gt;www.lakesharae.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/22931054-114106237537075616?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114106237537075616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114106237537075616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114106237537075616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114106237537075616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/02/hair-todaygone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair today...gone tomorrow'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114081195077099140</id><published>2006-02-24T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:59:56.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="281" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, i wanna post some pictures from when we were at the CHA show in las vagas. it was kinda cool, but everything was so oriented around money...every hotel had to be larger than the last one. we got so see a hotel that had 5,000 rooms! every where you walked there were casinos. right when we walked into our hotel, we were right in front of a huge casino. and we had to walk through it at least four times a day. it felt really weird the first several times, but i got used to it after several times. our taxi driver told us that there are two words not in the people from Vegas' dictionary: modesty, and a word that meant "not knowing when to stop" (i can't remember what it was) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;one thing that was really cool, was the fact that it had a large building here, and there, but it wasn't like when you were walking down the street, that you were stuck in between huge buildings. like in different parts of the city along the strip, it looked like different cities. like in one area it looked like new york city (it had alot of mini skyscrapers, and the statue of liberty) some of the other areas were to look like: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="427" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8089.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Paris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we were also in this one building, that when you walk inside i thought that i was still outside. the ceilings were painted, and you walked down the different streets, with stores along the side. it was just cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="369" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this "statue" was inside the building that didn't look like a building. actually this guy wasn't a statue, it was a REAL PERSON. (notice the $ in front of him, that passerbys gave him) i was trying to figure out why the stupid people were giving money to a statue of the pope. then when someone put money infront of him, he winked! it freeked me out. that "statue" wasn't a statue after all! the funny thing was, since we were prolly the only mennonites he has ever seen in his life, he was trying to watch us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;, w/o making it ovious, cause he would keep looking at us out of the corner of his eye :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8026lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m&amp;m world, was kinda cool, 4 stories full of m m's and things with m&amp;amp;ms on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the last 2 pictures are my favorite....the 1st one is a picture of my dad and me with my "knight in shining armor" (note: my dad was trying smile because he didn't approve of him)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8026lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="195" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_8026lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_7992lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the secone was a picture of me and anita in the hotel casino, since we were walking right past them anyway, we sat down and took a quick picture,  (note: we didn't gamble, not even one penny!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114081195077099140?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114081195077099140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114081195077099140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114081195077099140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114081195077099140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/02/vegas.html' title='vegas'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114074958250537732</id><published>2006-02-23T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:53:02.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_9013lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="313" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_9013lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. this dog has really spiced things up around my house.  she is so loveable. she could ruin something special to me, but i don't think i could stay mad at her to long, she just has something to her...i love having a dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114074958250537732?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114074958250537732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114074958250537732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114074958250537732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114074958250537732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-dog.html' title='my dog'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22931054.post-114074907561463702</id><published>2006-02-23T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:45:28.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_7952lis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/myhymnbook/IMG_7952lis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can't believe this doll is actually my sister. just the other day she came home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;she is absolutely wonderful...she can make me smile all the time. and she's always wondering "why are you sad?"&lt;br /&gt;awww. i love you mia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22931054-114074907561463702?l=ljking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/feeds/114074907561463702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22931054&amp;postID=114074907561463702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114074907561463702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22931054/posts/default/114074907561463702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljking.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-sister.html' title='my sister?'/><author><name>lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/myhymnbook1/IMG_1389smallextreme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
